How could she have predicted upon choosing the date America would
lose her heart.
When he sneaked though the window- we all knew. From a distance
we watched him walk down the drive way - then to his dirty white
jeep - He dove away to never come back.
Everyone is here to celebrate New Year, snacks and games, like
charades. It's my turn.
Nervous excitement, afraid that I'd get lost. I made a
We were the best of friends for years until she spread lies,
embarrassed to be my friend. Now I have friends who are proud to
be my friend and who are trustworthy.
Smooth silkiness that waters my mouth bitter and sweet creaminess
I get enough that I could just bathe in it.
Dunk it. Stir It. Shake it up. Heat me up put ice in to make me
cool. All colors, all different kinds of tastes. I'm open to
Pressure- do I really want it? It's a must. More freedom or a
Patience, Kindness, able to be silly at times, don't let them
fool you. Tough but lenient. Might let the little tike get away
with it this time.
We say good bye for the last time. I will miss you my soul
lost her heart.
Experts said that I only have limitations- they were wrong; I
rose above the bar.
I hope to have a family before I'm forty and to be a published
"Look, Look, My life is an open book."