I love writng poetry almost as much as i love my boyfriend Travis |
Always hold your head up high
Even if on the inside...
No matter how many times
he hurts me...
You know something is wrong
when you dont know what to think...
Everyone cries & everyone weeps
we all stay up one night...
REMEMBER WHEN ..
getting high meant swinging at a playground...
It's eating me like cancer,
I need to know the answer...
And she whispers into the mirror |
I dont know how to explain this feeling |
When i see you i smile |