it's a poem
The paranoia is coming back. I can feel a shot of breath whiping down my neck. After this vexing conversation, you need to know why things turned out the way they did.
(R to be safe)You love your child so much you'd beat out the world.
About the many ill things that can be discussed over the phone.
I know what you want to hear, so I bring myself to say it. I swallow my pride and tell you a lie; openly, to your face. Now, I don't understand, I feel so alone. But this loneliness, will pay off.
I hate you, you did this to me. Never call my house again. I can survive without you.
Yes, you ingnored the signs all along. No, I don't know if this can be forgiven.
About a girl who's father recently died of cancer.
Just a simple letter
This is a poem i wrote. thats really it... no paticular inspiration r&r if you would
I wrote this a while ago, close to a year and a half now and I just found it. Its alright by my standards and the best poetry I have writen. I wrote it after I got into a fight with one of my then ...
Grace is found in the most unlikely of times and places and at the hands of someone you might not expect.
Experiences transform us, especially those experiences based on trust.
Looking at love in different ways
Another winter poem