This is the poem that taught me writing was my release…I was 16 when I wrote it and I have been spilling forth poetry ever since…
Her hair fell down in auburn waves
And her eyes shined with dark mystery.
As pretty as she was, her true beauty came
For she possessed the ability to spill her feelings
freely onto paper.
All her friends thought she was truly happy.
They did not know of her desperate sadness.
She faked her smiles for as long as she could,
But eventually the smiles faded.
This change, her friends could not understand.
So one day when they came to look for her.
All that could be found was a tear-stained
And a book of spilled feelings laying
upon the floor.