(I am 16 I write poetry that is honest and records my emotion my father died when I was 7. Now I have had a partner for 2 years I love her most of my poems are about her in some way.)
(I'm now 18, pain drives my poetry.)
(Woah I was messed up.. need to write some happier stuff..20 now
I had completely forgotten about this account but was reminded by someone that I used to try to write poetry. My previous biography is in brackets because I think it's important I don't forget the state of mind I was in when I wrote my older poems.)
25 now, what am I...
You question me, despise me, judge me
My actions are mine own, not for you to see.
It does not concern you, do not judge and criticize
My decisions are for me, not for you to despise
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I love you so much baby girl.
Life is the best with you, I am so happy to care for you,
Over and again you amaze me. I am stuck to you like glue.
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Lucky I am to have you,
Lucky I am to know you,
Lucky I am to kiss you,
Lucky I am to miss you,
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Why must you hurt me so much,
My pain will not stop. You are destroying my mind,
I know you will never read this.
You want me to stay and wait...
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