a bunch of poems that I wrote that I am somewhat happy with, about love, myself, and pretty much nature? (I'm okay I swear, my poems just are sad) and I'm continuously adding onto this :)

Vic and Wendy are selfish machines; as society calls them; teens in love, at least they think. They were told they are too young and that it will never happen. They never believe anyone who talks like that but they should.