My number one.
Writing poetry is difficult, specially on request...
These men in my life put me through hell,
They got me in a trance, in a horrible spell...
I cook with a plain wooden spoon
that has faint colors...
Charismatic little darling
Her smile is disarming...
My papa is my best friend
He helps me when he can...
We once were a family,
together and so happy...
I woke up this Sunday Morning
With the smell of football atmoshpere...
Since conceived at birth there was a thunder...
A cursed seamen just like your brother a rotten...
When the little girl heard the news
She wore nothing but a frown...
Cardboard boxes were our boats
Carrying us to far off lands...
Why do we to have fight?
When all I do is love you...
I cant wait to see you,
Ive missed you so much...