Two of My Best Poems

Composed when I was 9-10, my first poem:

This weeping willow,
I stood under,
I told it my hopes, troubles, and worries,
Its branches droop lower,
Its branches conceal me,
This weeping willow listens,
When no one else will.

Composed during my tumultuous first semester of college:

I dreamt I was pelted with roses,
and on every petal was inscribed:
"Forgive me."