I love writing poems, its a passion i have.. |
When the wheels of life's truck, stop turning
you begin to then ask your self why...
My hair fluttered with the breeze, as he pushed me...
My heart took flight, and I took a deep breath...
Shattered dreams and broken glass
scraped and scratched my heart of brass...
Perfect is something that I'll never be
I live to be happy, and loved just as me...
For Holding me when I am sad
For wanting me when I am mad...
It's the small things that count.. not the size or ammount.. |
Here's my heart .. you helped to make it.. take it, love it, please dont brake it |