They found my weekness
Embaressment is felt
like the sting of a fathers belt
The size of an ant
The shyness of a child
I will bloom again
forget the past
Forget-Me-Not has to last
Among the flowers blue and gray
I am here to stay
forget the past its all a dream
its not as bad as it seems
The end is not near
life will go on
View User's Journal
|
|||||||||||||||
|