Author Information
Not Below the Waist
Folder:
July 2011 Each day is worse than the prior,
sometimes i lose it and burn it all with fire,
maybe i might prove everyone wrong,
prove that i truly have something going on,
maybe today i'll run into you,
and make you smile like you used to do,
blushing away pain and misery,
kissin me farther and farther away,
hoarding away all thoughts of us,
can't keep the kids in the bus,
growing weight, push the plate, you don't look that great,
you must be gaining weight,
seems every 3 days i talk to you,
wishing i could hear more than read, it's true,
figure out why i refuse to move on,
at which time was i fully gone?
i have nothing left of me,
you took away more than a destiny,
left me anyway like i knew you would,
thats why i didn't let you grab my wood.
