AN: found two cool poems of mine in my dresser last night. I think I thought they sucked when I wrote them, but now I really like them. Here's the first one.
Can your cherry trees
Bring out the rose in me
The sunflower built within walls of escape.
Can your kiss taste away all my faults?
Take my hand in a river of ecstasy
Tell me I'm the one
I'm your rose without a home.
I take shelter in the thought you care.