as i write this poem im in complete silence i can hear nothing but the pencil i use.the memories of pain the memories of hurt how they fooled me and treated me like dirt.the long silent rides home the mourning darkness from the unknown but as i talked to you and learned from you the more the light was shown i sometimes feel as if im falling to fast i feel scared this good thing we share wont last i try to detach myself from deep feelings for every tare in my heart feels as if its peeling harder and harder are the scars beeing peeled i hope he's the one my great appeal i know there's no such thing as love at fourteen but i pray 2 God for this one thing

~Denisee