What am i to write about
in this lovely letter...

This is a poem i wrote for my mom on christmas...
what i want for christmas...

~in one day it could be tomorrow
in six days it could be next week...

It hurt.
Why...

Once again i cried last night,
because of what you do...

Roses are red olives are black,
you were my friend but you can have it all back...

Why do people judge me on what they think i am?
i wish they'd just ask me just try to understand...

(to the tune of "London bridges falling...
ladies and horses falling down...

You said you'd never do it,
and yet you hide the scars...

I was walking home like i do everyday,
when i stopped to see a heart in my way...

No i wasn't able to write you a rhyme,
I'm very sorry i didn't have time...

Roses are red violets are blue I am crazy and so...
SINCERELY Mariah...