I'm a 14 year old freshman. I currently attend a highschool which I love (sarcasm; something us teenagers are full of) . And I write poems for a few different reasons, sometimes when I'm bored, when I'm angry, and to realese stress. I don't know if I am good at this or not, but if I am enjoy... And if I'm bad, oh well, Sorry for be annoying lol.)
Come Home
Come home,
Where the love roams.
Trust in me and you will see.
Beneath the tree, roots dig deep
Feasting on the waters that stay hidden underneath.
Like the tree I am.
At times my love will be hidden.
But don't be fooled,
For I am still feasting on you.
Without you my vains will run dry and living would become tears.
Please come home I've become brittle and scared.