Meh, not that great, which is exactly why I am posting it so quickly and not so loudly.
Or is it? In this case I can prove that it is only in the eyes of the beholder that defines the depth. A puddle? Or would you dare to step in and sink?
But that all depends. It may be that no one will ever...
This is a poem, which is more like a song that I wrote about my grandfather who passed away April 21, 2008 from cancer, I sat down one day and deicded to write, and this came, hope you like it!
I always used to think I was weird because not a lot of people liked me when I was little and I was often alone. I was bullied because of how I looked and acted. I thought I had a problem with making friends. The people that kept me happy were the only true friends I had. Not friendships based on...