| a poem for my mother |


How Horrible The Rain Can BeThe rain is falling my world is crumbling my tears fall from my drenched face so sad, so cold as I watch the rain fall I think of all I've lost a dear brother who was troubled so tortured by the addiction couldn't stop feeding the demon inside of him no one could save him he died thinking no one in the whole world loved or cared for him more tears fall from my face wishing he could've knew how much I loved him the rains coming down harder now as I think of my dear mother so much love my dear mother had &nbsHow Horrible The Rain Can Be


Tell MeTell Me you still think about me Tell Me you still love me Tell Me you feel bad for what you did Tell Me you didn't me to hurt me Tell Me you didn't mean to make me cry Tell Me you didn't mean to make me wanna die Tell Me you never meant to break my heart Tell Me you want me to forgive you Tell Me you'd like to start over Tell Me you dream of me each night Tell Me no one can replace me Tell Me I'm the only thing that matters Tell Me you haven't been able to forgive yourself Tell Me you know you could never make it up to me Tell Me you've missed me everyday &nbTell Me
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My kinda woman "Beauty Brains and a complete Psycho"
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Ingo
Best regards
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Sorry for my english
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