| Things are not right today. My life is wrecked up as it is, nice things went away with the laughs of raging men. This is fucked up Everything is not right at all. Stings and thorns slash my wounded heart, and you can't se it, not at all. I'm all alone holding my wounded heart time pass by slow slowing the healing of my life. I scream, I ran, I collapse, I laugh, I feel like going mad. You stumble with me, you reach me, you hold me. I know you know things are more than they appear and you help me and you hold me, you heal me. Copyright 2002 Marian Irizarry |
| Storms |
| By Belisse |