You cow! he yells
Just to hurt her...
My mind is playing,
Thoughts are running...
Lovely dough.......
Your value unknown...
--personified poem of my heart. --Another free...
Always shielded behind...
The old pack house still stands,
Where us kids use to play...
A meek and humble fisherman,
Silently he lay...
Staring down at this empty page
Frustration turns into silent rage...
Time again to hear the tale,
the tale which i know so well...
Upon numerous souls
lies the passion in heart...
If only my pillow could talk, It would tell you so...
My parents covered me in their caring arms
Till my tender steps were firm enough...
Note- I don't suffer from Anorexia...I just...
I look in the mirror...