Poems from uthinkitinkit91

Time to no man is considered a friend, and eventually our time will end.  It toys with our memory, steals our sight, and destroys us slowly...
My little niece Honesty Rayne, you are in heaven and feel no pain. Your mom gave birth before your time, and just like that you became a...
Life is a paperback book waiting to be read, thoughts about it swimming in our heads Before we take the time to read the pages of books all...
I care not what you see, I am who I am, you ARE looking at me. My life is mine, not yours to judge, so don't try and change me because I...
I long to be a mother, to keep my child warm, and know that his or her dad will keep them safe from harm. I long to be a mother to raise...