This poem was written May 13, 2002
Not to worrie,the heart strings are still attached. My heart shall sing and cry until I die.
I eventually chose the one that ran his hands through my hair. He's the one I've said yes to.... and now we have gone different directions.
whenever i'm in a crowd i turn on my happy face, when i'm alone the light goes out, when i need the light so much, the damn bulb blows... now what?
