Sometimes you just get that feeling
That something bad is coming your way...
See him? That’s my dad, the one over...
He only yells because he cares...
Many would say he's an angel
Or a father with a caring heart...
I sit alone as I watch the rain.
It trickles down the window pane...
As the river always flows...to revive, to flourish...
As the sun shines and never hides to enlighten to...
My twisted mind has made me weak,
I can't control the thoughts I speak...
Just a little thank you poem to my family...
Fighting with my mom,
Always makes her upset...
Night comes and night goes
And all you can do is cry...
She's my sister and my best friend.
eight years means nothing to us...
I miss you Grandma
Your my best friend and the only person I truely...
Friends that are there for you no matter what.
Always there to cheer you up...