I once met a boy with hair as dark as a forest, and with eyes in the color of a hurricane. He used to sit way back in the classroom and not speak a single word. For most people, he was almost invisible, but for me, oh for me, he was everything. I will never forget how that hand fitted perfectly in mine, or how it felt for me when he just so carefully smiled. Now he is gone, but I can never forget him. His name is written in my heart and so will it always be, but feelings fade, that's just time, and I will always remember when those hurricane-eyes was mine.
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PoetryThis collection of poems is about the journey through tough times, heartbreak, and the confusion that can occur when you try to find your own identity. Every poem is important to me in its own special way, and every poem has its own special meaning...
