Old Stories I Never Finished (including Intertwined)

"Teen Writing Contest: Imagined Ink" Entry

This was something I was going to enter into a writing contest back in middle school but I might go back and actually finish writing it just for fun. At the time I had posted this to get feedback.

I've only gotten a small part of it done because I'm stuck on a certain part. For now, I decided to make only part of it a poem, than the other part just regular writing. ANY IDEAS???

You Just Might Die Tomorow (gruesome title, huh?)

A tear, a smile, a last goodbye.

A hug, a grave, a place to cry.

this lifes too short to let it fly.

dont say "i hate you" if its a lie.

A cross, at the side of the road.

A guy and his girl, in time hadnt slowed.

To realize there was more to life.

Than drinking at a bar,

and driving fast, late at night.

A man sitting on the curb.

Already half dead, yet his hand's reaching for more.

He's afraid of death

Which looms at his shoulder.

And he doesnt notice that by

Escaping from reality, (aka getting high)

He's bringing it ten steps closer

We've only got one life to live.

Nobody realizes how serious YOLO really is.

Its not about partying till the end of the world

Or taking a pill to knock yourself out cold.

Or jumping off cliffs, taking risks to survive.

Its about all the little things,

we need to do before we die.

Saying "I love you."

Its just three simple words.

Let me tell you a story, about a boy and a girl.

(this is the part I got stuck on. I cant make it rhyme. its supposed to be a story about how a popular girl liked a shy guy, and he liked her too, but they were both afraid to tell each other, cuz she didnt want to be ridiculed by her friends, and he was afraid she wouldnt like him. So they never did tell each other, then when they grew up, it was too late for regrets, cuz one of them only tells the other when he or maybe she, is dyeing. Something like that. Then the story ends, and it goes back to the poem. I'll write some of my ideas I had playing around in my head, but I cant make it rhyme and still stay to the point.)

There lived in a city, a city nearby.

A shy boy named David,

and his nieghbor named Skye.

She was a cheerleader, and he

Her secret admirer.

For years their eyes had watched each other.

But her crowd had pulled her back. (her friends didnt aprove)

Each was scared to tell teh other

And time had passed,

The teens gew up.

Dave became an artist

And drew a girl named Skye

From the window of his bedroom (they had windows facing each other, so he drew her when he saw her through the window)

Which she gazed at every night.

Still society dictated.

She doesnt mix with the likes of him.

And he's not good enough for her.

The years flew by,

He moved away.

Admiting defeat,

He....

(then i had writer's block and couldnt go on)

AS YOU SEE, IT IS VERY HORRIBLE AND I NEED HELP URGENTLY!!!