My dreams tease me so
Tortured with the things I want
I always want more

Shaving my long legs,
And singing to Taylor Swift...
I should have been gay

Hair in my face; warm
Dance to the beat, rocking out
What's not to enjoy!

Haikus: poor man's poems
For the poetry-challenged
I like them the same

There's a reason why
"Things aren't how they used to be."
But who's to say what?

The pitter-patter
The soft sound of the ivories
Does the moon still shine?

Music gives me life
The beat pumps blood through my veins
Obsession saves lives

I'm done with my friends
I just don't feel happiness
Why am I alive...?