&& i cant help but wonder
why I\'m never the right girl...
" Now i feel the gentle hands of death...
At 13 I told my parents what I thought life was.
Seeming amused they asked me for my definition...
I do not remember my first dance,
I was small, barely a day old...
Grazing the pasture as one of the smallest of the...
I strive to be fed...
Trugging uphill
slowly but surely...
When i look up in the sky
At the clouds full of darkness...
There are four types of people in this world...
( my best friend told me this one day...
I searched inside a common place,
and to a world I find...
Life...
High above the earth...
Life...
a foreign concept to me...
My door is open
So donâ??t come unspoken...