A brief collection of my work 2

Love

My greatest strength, My weakest link.

Easy as breathing, yet the hardest thing I've ever done.

My highest peaks, my lowest valleys.

Everything changes, yet so much stays the same.

Until it's over.

Untitled

Beauty and grace,

Pride and humility,

Dignity and insanity,

All in a single glance*

Brink

Scared to move forward,

Too late to step back,

Can't breathe, Can't think,

The only thing to do,

Is jump and pray you catch me.

Second Chance

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance,

The turning of a page, to new and exciting things.

Though you may long for the poetry of the last page,

Remember that goodbye isn't the end.

*The reason I starred this poem is to tell you why it's untitled. I wrote this early in the morning, at school. I was watching a girl, as I tend to watch people every day. You find much beauty in the rough every day ballet. But I digress. I was watching her, and she happened to glance my way, and I was struck by what I saw. I do not know her name, and that is why it remains untitled.