His voice sounds chummy
His love makes me weaker
His smiles makes my past wither
And a flower I blossom
Only his I wanna be
The mother to his kids
The wife he'll marry I dream
The perfect family is with him
A future I see that isn't blurry
The past four days were in a hurry
Though my love for you is dearly
You are the one for me clearly
YOU ARE READING
NOTES I WROTE BLEEDING
PoetryIm healing from past pain and depression.I found a small book i used to write what i feel.How much the pain cut deep in me and no one ever noticed.It killed me but i couldn't express it. Thought id share it out .its pretty short lines filled with do...
