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I will let the reader figure out what this poem is about.
Before AA, before the overdose, before he met Evelyn, Ana and Adrian were meant to be.... or, so he thought. This is a prequel of sorts to Let The Rain Come Down. And this time, it's Ana's turn to tell her story.
This story is mostly fictional but is partially based on my personal experience. #luvskating
Ok, so I went through a phase of writing poetry, and this is one of my better poems. I hope you all like it!
I actually gave my daughter my pearls on her birthday along with this poem of gathered advice.
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem, I don't care how many views, likes or dislikes it gets. This poem is how I feel about my dad, who I only saw twice in my life until he died when I was 5-6 years old. I really wish for him to be by my side but that wish won't come true. If you don't like this poem please try your best...
"I read your file. I'm sorry, and I know sorry doesn't even begin to cover it. But whenever you want to talk, I'll be here for you."
I liked to watch the weather. It was so simple, yet so complex. I guess it reminded me of myself. Simple to strangers, but those who got to know me knew how...
Alekae has to adjust to his parents's deaths and has to go to a whole new school since he now lives with his uncle. Even though Alekae ignored hurtful words, it's only at his new school that he has ever been hurt.
Samantha Manuel had a real trouble handling her family problems, just as she's about to runaway, she stumbled upon a billionaire - who's really gorgeous!
Life is not for fetching a better end. It's there for bliss....
By Robert Price
A mother is haunted by dreams of spider-like woman and evil little girls. She has already had a terrible past with husbands and bringing up a child. What will become of her?
This book is about the loss of my son and how I have managed to take such a tragedy and turn it into a positive way to help others. I want parents who have lost a child realize they are not going through this alone.
Seventeen-year-old orphan Clara has spent seven years of her life in a kids home. Seven years of torture. Seven years of boredom. Seven years of waiting for her parents to come back. Now, she sets off on her own adventure, trying to find them. But the only question running through her head is...
This will probably be the last poem I write in 2013, and it is a gift to all of you. I went through a lot of things this year; I must say it became hard to stand tall. Yet, now that it's coming to an end and I survived it all, I understand the reason I am still here. It is LOVE. Love gives you...
Her boyfriend and Dad she hasn't seen in two years is the only thing she has left. Maybe she will learn to live with her title as hero. Edit to love and death