Just a little something I wrote a long time ago.

My words arnt beautiful; my sentences arnt powerful; they are mint though, and its all i have.  I am nothing exceptional, i am ordinary, so i write with the hopes of being beautiful.  Beauty with ink and paper.  Torn in half, lost without love? I know nothing of the word.  Because i have never loved.  I have felt desire, passion, and brief romances.  I feel you next to me, breathing heavily.  I want you, more than I ever told you.  A jolt as our lips meet for the first time, tangled in romantic harmony...At the start of 11th grade I told myself that i would have sex and get a girlfriend before the year is over.  Now i want to fall in love.  As you probably know, forcing it never works..."If two people love each other, there is no happy end to it" -Ernest Hemingway.  Well...this looks like its going to turn out to be cliche and sappy, so I might as well stop right about....now!!!