the poems i write
may not be great..but they sit in a book that i feel like i need to share.
most will come from what i see or have been through.
they forgot to give you wings
but they gave you a soul so bright
they forgot to give you a halo
but they gave you the light
...
its pretty cold
no light to be seen
walls full of old mold
why did you have to be so mean
...
i made you lunch to day
you didnt come home
where did you stay
it got cold
...