you are my super hero without a doubtyou catch me when i fallyou're always there to make things rightyou're mister know-it-allyou pay attention to mea..
It all began with the pair of pink-striped socks...i found them in my roomI put them on and walked aroundthey're clean I can only assumeI also found a..
A poem about how I felt when my Granddad was sick and how I felt when he died. It's my perception of his afterlife. It was written when I was 11 years..