I remember the look upon your facepicking me up from that horrid place...i remember the fear in your eyespraying to god I'd remain alive...I remember ..
his hands in mine, my thoughts tangling in and out of an old white picket fence... the same fence I imagine raising our family in front of someday... ..
there are days when I feel the world is good,and other days not so much...there are days when I feel hurt and alone,my heart bruises with a simple tou..