To My Teacher:

I'm sorry for the burdens
And sorry for the pain.
I'm sorry for making you feel
Like your the one to blame.
Sorry for not trying
To make it easy for you.
Sorry for not trusting.
Trusting you'd be true.
Thank you for your help.
Thank you for your time.
That's why this letter is for you.
Descending in a rhyme.

Aaron and Courts

Secluded.
Quiet.
Questions?
Asked.
Will she
Get it out of him?

Roscoe

Akward...gross...
Don't wanna know.
Didn't know he would.
Didnt know he could.

If the love of your company is enough
Then why do I feel like I'm sinking.
Why does it feel like I can't stand up.
Like i can't imagine life without you.
But life with you drags me down forever.

I wish...

Sticking out her tongue
She smiles cheekily at him.
He approaches her slowly.
And begins to appreciate.

Dont make me

Matt:
Never!
I won't!
They don't.
I can't!
Please!?!?

"Distraction!" I scream.
I need it. I want it.
When I dont have it.
I lose it

Heehee

He stands alone
Greeting hope
The one of whom,
I wish to elope.

Romans 8:23

"Professing to be wise,
They became fools."

Class

"The minute all are silent"
The said words sink in.
The class becomes quiet.
For to talk is a sin.

Looking past me
She speaks broken words
Taking wings of dawn
And flies like birds

But speaking lies
And Under-achieving
Her eyes glaze over
She gives up breathing