Waiting on your call

A poem I wrote about my exhusband when he leaft me and my 3 girls high and dry

Waiting on your call is hard to do,

When I dont here your voice I always feel so blue,

But do I really need you,

Or do I need to fell free too,

 

My emotions are gone my head is up high,

Now it my turn to sore and fly,

Fly like an eagle fly with the wind,

Only now my heart can win,

Win all the glory ,

Win all the pain,

Now i know that i can change.

 

 

 

BY: Belinda Draper

Reviews

[sivan]

This is an interesting poem some of the rhyming is redundant but I can feel it came from inside. nice work