he didnt decide to be a hero,he just wanted to help wanted to save the scared little girl with the blonde hairwhos car, fell into the river.he didnt w..
when i grow up i want to be differentnot a cookie cutterwife and momwhen i grow upi want to helpnot just get by thinking of myselfwhen i grow upi wann..
evryonehas someone who helped them growwho helped them becomethe person they aremy person isnt my motheralthough she helpedthey arnt a teacheror a pri..
the fluttersnevergo awayits been a year nowover that reallymore than 365 daysof flutterson sitethe second i see youin the pit of my tummysomething sta..
i put myself out there on the pagein every characterin every linein every poemi try to leave myself 100% of myselfon the pagefor you to readmy thought..
i dontthink before i typei just writewhatever comes to mindand sometimeswhen i read iti hate itbut whydelete it?beacuse somewheresomeonemay relatemay ..
he wasnt exactly what i imaginedwhen i was littlethe guy id be with forevorthat guywas shorterand louderand to be honest meanerid imagine my lifewith ..