I sit and ponder over events that have taken me
I look back and wonder where did I go wrong...

What does women what?
A question asked by many...

The day came and went,
It came quickly...

Hope is a word we are taught when young
Hope is a key of fingers crossed...

I loved thee, i gave allot to thee
i miss my life so deeply...

I am a crap poet, I can now see
I cant put a poetic sentence together...

Hope is a word we are taught when young
Hope is a key of fingers crossed...

I wake rubbing my eyes and wrigglie in bed,
streching so hard that i fear i may strain a nerve...

When i lie beside you
It feels so right...

I love my new place, I adore all it has to share,
I look from my window and disappear to the world...

I Loved and adored my heart ached
The ache was good it I meant that I cared...

I a spoilt brat, never wanting anything
A brat all loathed but wanted to be...