My names Kristin, i love writing poems because it's the only way i know how to express my feelings, i hate talking about my felings with others. |
You make me smile all the time
I love just talking...
Dear Mom
You wiped my tears and held me tight...
I look deep into your eyes, their filed with love
your heart pounding, it's the first time...
Silence fills the room
a tear trickles down her cheek...
Under covers oh so soft
he runs his fingertips gently across my back...
Live your life, not soemone elses. |
Love always has burning flames, in good ways and bad. |
Living is a form of dieing. |