it seems so cliche to write about tears, but it's what i feel, what i fear
they pour down my face just like a river, they give me goosebumps make me shiver
even though it's over, i still wish there could be us feel all that care all that trust
i keep hoping it will be you when i pick up the phone but the deed is done, the seed has been sown
all that i wrote in this poem is true, even this last line: i love you
But don't we all hate poems we wrote when we were 12?
I CRINGE at mine.