She hides the pain she goes through,
Home is like a war zone...
Smiling ever so happily
Concentrating on your art...
Do they deserve names?
Do they even care...
Dear reader,
In this poem, we meet as souls...
Waiting melts patience like icing in the sun
no sweetness left, just the anxiety inside...
Pondering what to write
I sit and think about you...
I want to write about you
before I forget about you...
Every time you see
me...
I'm the following
With My tears, which did not dry up...
She just wants to lay in the warm sun
Laugh, smile and have some fun...
If you can't say you miss me.
Or prove it in any way...
I see the scar.
From afar...