Poems from matamata12
she stepped out a twirled, how do i look?
with the shocking look on my face and the delay in my answer , she asked the question
this...
I was here at the beginning and i am the end
im always lingering waiting to strike
i dont see race, religion, or gender
i dont care who...
I was eight years old when i met you , my best friend you
were wearing a dorky dress your mother picked out
, your hair was much longer...
It was the 7th grade , you sat across the room from me
i would sit there day dreaming of what could be
one day i worked up the courage to...
I belive in one God creator of heaven and earth
because thats my religion since my birth
it doesnt matter if you believe in ying and...