i'm sleepy, yet not tired
i like, but no love
i read, but don't
i choose, so chosen
i'm happy, yet sad still
i have wings, yet can't fly
i can cherish, but not care
i had my heart broken, but i don't feel pain
when i write, i notice that they're just lines on lined paper
i'm alone, yet crowded by unknown people
i don't feel excited, just happy
when i draw, i want it to look perfect
when i tell you i love you, its true
and when i say goodbye, i mean it

this is my poem, i guess...i'm not sure.<3
hope you like it.

have not been on here a while tryin to find out how to change pictures..

and now i have to go in the little girls room.