Two poems by me. (i know there not very good, but hey, i only spent 5 minutes on them)

Sorry this is so terribly written, but i felt like writing a bit a poetry, so i did.

More valuable then gold,
filled with stories, untold.

Sweet and bitter, both together,
sometimes they hold you back, as if they were tethers.

They cause smiles, and heartache too,
they make you cry, out of the blue.

They can get you into trouble,
they can burst your bubble,.

But I'm thankful for memories,
when push come to shove.

Because without memories,
I could never love.


Just to lighten the nostalgia, here is a haiku i wrote; (A haiku is a Japanese style of poem that has three lines with 5,7, and 5 syllables.

Hippopotamus
They're big, fat, and ugly.
Hippopotamus