You seem to have a nack for this I like reading your work
You seem to be the only flower inside this land of dirt
So gentle to the touch of hand yet I sence a darker side
With more people just like you this world would come alive
I hope to read more of your poems they really get me thinking
This worlds my ocean You are my boat...without you my heart is sinking.
keep up the good work lass: p
You were never Supposed to leave me ever You were supposed to stay Not be taken Away What am I now? Am I expected to keep going Somehow? You slipped through my palm I tried to hang on and remain Strong I miss you so, Mom