My life

by meagen veirs   Apr 7, 2007


These nights are always cold
and these days are growing old
everyday i look at the same white wall
always waiting for someone to call
i take a look at my life
and realize it has been carved with a knife
a happy life is just a wish
my heart is like a broken dish
just one day i want it to go right
just one day i do not want to fight
each day i cry for hours
wishing my life was a patchwork of flowers
one more day i cant stand
i have no one to take my hand

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  • 17 years ago

    by Neo Castelino

    Meagen, well if you look at the brighter side, because of all this look what you are now...you are a shining poet. Nothing much to say....but always remember that god has plans for everyone and everything. And I know you are a rising star.

    Neo.

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