Poems from papa4612
You give me flowers,
but do you really love me?
You kiss me,
but do you mean it?
You ask me to be your girlfriend,
but when I’m not...
Standing there,
looking at her Son,
her heart is breaking.
She is being tortured,
watching her Son hang.
She wants to take
away his...
I sit in class confused.
What am I supposed to do in life?
Am I supposed to be a Veterinarian, like I want to be?
Or am I supposed to be a...
Standing at the grave, was a young boy.
He was too young to know what was going on.
But yet he knew what was going on.
He knew that his...
My mother told us when we were young that we were born to fight.
When I was raised, I was raised to be a fighter.
We had no other way out...