Treasure Island

Destiny Vancil


She Was My Hero


My Hero
I used to call her my hero.
now she is my zero.
she had big dreams then she
threw them away.
The one that could take a punch
from the one was supposed
to love us most.She was the one
that would fall and get
rite back up even if life was hell.
The one i used to call
My Hero was the one i looked up to
most in my life. She was there
when my dad left.When my mom relapsed
again. But the sad thing is was
she was'nt there when i needed her
most. I use to call her
My Hero.Now all she is to me is my ZERO.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 07, 2009

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  • C T Heart (1/7/2009 6:44:00 PM)

    So sad...you have her as your zero...Vividly penned with full of emotions...10 (Report) Reply

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