Poems from KaylaAnn
Writing is my getaway,
Whenever I have a bad day.
Pen to page all day long,
To bleed it out and make me strong.
Rising to the top.
Just...
Hand.
Hands touching.
Oh, how I long for his touch.
To feel the warmth of his body,
as he caresses me.
Soft, gentle, kind.
Begging for your...
Daddy,
Your baby is grown.
But I'm still your little girl,
And that will never change.
You have no clue
How much you really mean to me.
I...
Jesus is my hero,
My hope,
My Heavenly Father.
Jesus is my love,
My life,
My Living Water.
Jesus is my passion,
My patience,
My Prince of...
Tears streaming down her face.
Seems like everything is pulling her down.
Staring up at the sky,
Praying for a chance that things will get...