Poems from CH
Some people will surprise you,
he might be a little bit stronger than you thought,
she might be a little wiser than you thought,
they might...
Paper adorns my walls and tells my life,
the same paper that can be burned and destroyed,
things that define who I am and will be,
even if...
She wanted her to be proud of her,
she needed someone to appreciate her.
She wished that she could be welcomed,
she begged her to believe...
I wonder what it feels like,
to be called mine.
Part of something primal,
to belong somewhere,
to be someone's.
I wish I can be called...
Maybe one day somebody will walk by me,
stop by me,
stand by me,
and see me as the person I am.
The person would stop,
turn and look,
and...