The sun began to rise,
As I opened my eyes,
As the time slowly flies,
They shattered like the butterflies;
Due to busy schedules,
The temperature cools,
We're pulled miles away,
Missing our times each day;
Supported with no love,
Yet God's above,
He's what we have,
He's made out of love.
I am still thankful,
They've gotten me to a school,
They've educated me enough,
To become independent and tough;
Nobody's perfect,
Everyone deserves respect,
If there's a happy family,
There's a family that lives unhappily.
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Her Poetry
PoetryA book full of poems. Its components filled in with different morals and lessons. It talks about LIFE and LOVE. Life is neither negative nor positive, just neutral. Same goes as with love; neither cold nor hot, just warm. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Words inside this...
