I've been writing for as long as I can remember. Its easier to express myself this way. I'm looking for people who might understand where I'm coming from with what I write because my family doesn't get it. I'm not sad and depressed though, just full of emotion. I'm expedcting to arrival of my son in Mid-September and I can't wait to meet him <3 |
Come home, wearing their new school clothes
tear stains on their faces, dirt in their hair...
Who am I? I asked myself.
I am a daughter...
Are we friends?
The question I asked as the tears began to fall...
When there was nothing left to say
My tears said it all...
Come home, wearing their new school clothes
tear stains on their faces, dirt in their hair...
We'd been dating about 6 months
The very first time you laid hands on me...
Noone fights harder for who they want, then someone fighting for someone they can't have. |