hey im monica and i love reba mcentire..well anyway most of my poems are about my brother who i havent seen in 4 years cause of my stupid life |
I wipe the tears from your eyes,
From what i see, I am memorized...
Our love died slowly through the lonely year
That makes me wonder...
I look into the dark overpowering sky,
It makes me tired and miserable just looking...
I think about you all day long,
Do you still think about me...
When I look into his eyes I see…
The hate comes strongly, through his shocking...
"The good thing about having a young mom is that she lives longer. The bad thing is she lives longer." |