Poems from jenazalea
Yes, the sun shines bright,
brighter than almost all things.
But it can't brighten me.
Loved ones are like leaves.
The wind may take them away,
but beauty will come.
People are like rain,
but I'm only a rain drop.
He's a hurricane.
How can I be sure?
He says he loves me,
but does he truly mean it?
How do I know?
What is love anyway?
Is love the way he holds my hand,...
In elementary school I had so many friends.
Nobody cared what you looked like
or the clothes you wore.
But now that I'm older and high...