My sister was the one who got me the interest in writing poems because without her I won't write the poems that I write today. |
I cant remember how, and I cant remember why. But...
I cant stand the pain and I cant make it go away...
You yearn to be loved.
By anyone at all...
For some people change is a good thing, but for me...
Change for me is the worst thing that could ever...
You say how sad...you say poor thing... but when...
You keep it a secret, cause your scared...you...
Death is a very sad thing to lose but when its your turn, well.....we'll just see about that. |