The whole world whistling

Can't we just,,

H

Can I even

Today

"Oh to wish"

Anytime my English teacher tells me to write a poem, I write about you.

If I could

I want to travel, even if I means I get lost in the process.

It shouldn't be this way

If it could have ended a different way, I would say I love you.

Lifted decision

Hm?

Wished upon

Somethings are better off ignored

Oh

Insert cool book title

Poems I write, random- things I feel I want to post

on edge

it's not a story, more of a confession for someone truly.

Death

We were never supposed to touch each other.

estranged but not quite

Veera, 17 years old, having to deal with the fact that she let her "soulmate" die. no matter if the fact that he is arrogant and walks himself into fights to prove he is something, she blames herself. everything seems to be becoming okay till she starts to see him again. was she lied to? is he still alive? and why the hell won't her head stop ringing?? -I'm only publishing a little bit at a time, I've been writing this for over 7 months now but I want to make sure I'm ok with what's going on... I wrote this bit to maybe help myself stop procrastinating- :))