I found this sample of my high school writing among some of my old belongings. Thought that I would share.
How you hold me tightly....
Helpless beneath your grasp.
Sometimes I feel you're seeing-
The face behind the mask.
You hold me though unknowing.
I sigh beneath your grip.
I long to kiss the softness-
Of every grasping tip.
The waves of time keep sending
The message to my brain.
I feel the every movement-
Of what I can't obtain.
With every waking moment
Of being close and near,
I shed the signs of happiness,
With every falling tear.
Tabitha Castillo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/captive-13/
