True

It maybe true,

That by looking at the blue ocean hue,

Will make you relax,

But just dont push yourself to the max, 

On trying to make it in time,

Because this poem won’t rhyme.

Please dont panic,

It still is intact.

You can see it once the day is done,

Because its better when….

The sun is gone.

When the moon has arise,

It will make your eyes….

Grow gold.

You are young not old.

This poem I made a while back, maybe I was in my 1st year of high school. I do believe I was, I think this was before my 1st boyfriend, and I'm not saying that my life changed drastically in a bad way. Its more like I learned to love myself more, and to love others. I met a lot of friends that changed my high school status to involved and not lonely or complicatingly normal. This poem was made before I changed the way I saw myself, I still dont know who I am, what I want to do, or who inspires me the most, hell I think that the person who inspires me is Lewis Caroll and my father. I think those are the only 2.