Hi everybody! I've taken up poetry, this is one of my few attempts at poetry. . . Ummm, I don't really know what else to say. . . . Please comment! Give advice, suggestions, ideas, anything! BTW, my feelings don't get bruised easily. Also, this was NOT written about anybody in particular it's just been kind of my experience watching others deal with this kind of pain. Hope you enjoy it!

Walking down the hall
Marble tears pool into her blue-gray eyes
Rolling softly down her cheeks
For she will never be his

His laugh, his smile

For her making nothing worthwhile

The other girls, they have so much

And now she constantly trying to have the right touch

Their beauty, their wit, their constant charm

For which she would gladly give a leg or an arm

And now here comes the last day for which she lives

For there is no alternative

So here lies the close of her sad tale

And she will never that love letter mail

Death and pain are her only escape

Her spirit there for eternity, without her love . . .

Forever on a jagged landscape

Like I said, please please comment! Thanks a ton!