Ideas the pop into my head and just have to put down to remember.
I'm loved(poem)
Hot tears Growing fears I'm about to get hit, but I am saved from it I ask "How?" and I ask "Why?" Some might say "Ow!" when hit, but I cry Pain,sorrow,and grief all gone from one belief..... I'm loved.
Haisoj#1 · Sat Mar 17, 2007 @ 10:57pm · 4 Comments