This poem was dedicated to my father. His father and my grandfather died of lung cancer August 13, 2005. Read and Review but PLEASE be nice.
All I have to offer is love, but what will I do when those that I love are too far away for me to hug?
I woke up and you weren't alive so i started to cry. This is what my soul told the paper as i called your empty house with tears swelled in my eyes.
a depressing pem about dying but in my opinion if u dont like then dont read
The future is the future, past is past, present is present.
Don't look back, Whatever you do...
I knew this was too good to be true.
Chasing you around the room is tempting...
A companion piece to my 'Veronica Keller'...
What is love?
Even with adoration, there can be dislike.
Adoration can be painful.
Italy is a beautiful place.
A child wishes her parents would truly think about her feelings.
Warning:This might be a little mean for some people. Just letting you know.