I'm an American girl. I love listening to music and writing poems. I'd like to think that true love still exists, though I'm not really sure anymore. |
In these lines from time to time
I still remember you...
The warm, golden sun
Slowly rises...
The parched stricken grass
Once tall, bright, and green...
This man could have changed the world
He could have feed the starving children...
Long, luscious, silky brown hair
Steel blue, hawk shaped eyes...
This world isn't what it used to be. |
How can something seem so close yet so far away? |
Please don't leave me alone in the dark. |