Many of the poems I write about I have either experienced or is has a great meaning to someone close to me. Even if I have not been through it I write to help express someone who has. |
The tears I cry don't begin to explain the pain...
No one to reach out for help, to lend a hand...
There is a person that waddles when they walk
Red hair, short, stubby feet all the parts that...
There is a person that waddles when they walk
Red hair, short, stubby feet all the parts that...
The tears I cry don't begin to explain the pain...
No one to reach out for help, to lend a hand...
You can try to tell someone something; but few will actually listen. |