I don’t write because I want to
No thoughts of wealth or dreams of fame...
Maybe I'm young, maybe I'm just unsure.
Either way, it doesn't matter, I just want a cure...
To my mother, on this special day
I could say I love you, in so many ways...
The tide has changed
turned over in memory...
I am back to my old self, bubbly and loud,
smiling and laughing, I'm back in a crowd...
When I was a young girl,
My teenage years I recall...
Love is blind or so they say
It comes back to hurt you one day...
I'm the spider,
dark but strong...
I'm young, I know
I'm just fourteen...
Opinions
So important to some...
From the lofty peeks of a mountain I look down
to a base of a summit just below the clouds crown...
Mommy why do you want
To give me away to death...