by Jay Tones Jan 6, 2006
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
When I'm sick she can cure me with the slightest smile or touch of a hand, when I'm sad she can lift me to highest point at the foot of her doorstep, and even though i dont deserve her kindness, still she gives every inch of herself, and even though i dont deserve, i can truthfully say that she loves me, and i know that you think that this is about, and i wish i could say this were true, but its not, an I'm sorry, i just dont love you the way you love me. |
Honest and powerful. yeah, my poem was actually about my best freind getting abused by her brother. sad, but it helped vent the anger. i wrote it for her and she gave it to him. but anyways thnx for the comment! and for asking about it. means a lot. |