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It's an old poem of mine. |
| My life spiraling down a never-ending hole, It always seems like I fall short of my goal. Only dark clouds and rain come my way, I can never find the sunshine through the day. I wait for the day that the last thread will snap, Everyone’s problems always seem to fall into my lap. Every boy I like doesn’t really like me, And if they do then I never see. The secret key to my heart is kindness, But since I’ve been hurt so many times I’ve developed a thick blindness. don’t give up or be offended if I push you away, I stumble with words because I don’t know what to say. I guess the reason I always wear a frown, Its because I don’t want to admit I fell down. Jessica Rupe Written on 9/8/2005 |