When you look at me
I see a twinkle in your eye
I see a kind of love
That makes me want to cry
...
Home is where the heart is
Right?
If its true
Why am I so uncomfortable here?
...
Push me down
I'll get right back up
Make me bleed
I'll patch myself up
...
I woke up this morning
Thinking about you
I went to work this morning
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Through my years of life, I've found joy in reading and writing. I stumbled acrossed this website one day, and was so happy. I can write and submit my work, and I'm open for any form of criticism you have to offer. Chicago is my birth place. I lived there for many years an when I was 8, my family and me moved to Los Angelas, California. The move was very traumatic. I immediately wanted to leave. But I've settled down, and now think of this place in a polite manner, unlike when my former child self thought many unlady-like words about L.A. During those years, I've learned my calling in life. Writing. I wish to share my writing with everyone, in hopes they find themselves at home with it like I do.)
Friends
Friends are the past
Friends are the present
Friends are the future
Friends are the ups and downs,
The laughs,
And the full 360 turn arounds
Friends are the sun on rainy days
Friends are the reason for my silly ways
Friends are the light,
The dark,
And the cloudy
Friends are the quiet,
The loud,
And the rowdy
Friends are the different,
The same,
The innocent,
And the blame.
And no matter what
They stand by you
And support you
I have those friends
How about you?