Biography of Donna Hendra
dont really have one yet. I have loved writing poetry and stories since i was a child and my Dad believes that i may have an OCD disorder which means that i have to compulsively write, i would love to know what this is called. (i believe that he is joking however)
Donna Hendra Poems
Don'T Come Around Anymore
Goodbye, farewell I don't wanna see you around anymore Don't come knockin' on my door Coz i won't answer it to you
She Stole Me
She stole me, my identity My personality What I live for, What I breath for, What I'd fight for, what I'd die for.
I won't cut my wrists to change your fake love But i will black my eyes and harden my heart
My jealousy controls my life It only causes me conflict Maybe i should relax a little But its hard
Randomer Than Your Average Cherry Pie
After sad dreams about dying I feel like crying. Because when I wake I realise It was just a dream
Giggling & Blushing It's like a school girls first crush. Smiling & Singing Happy in loves first flush.
Im so hurt by my past Sometimes it still makes me cry Until i can let go of my past I can never truly love you
If i could help you would you let me try? would you push me away? Wish to be alone when you cry?
Where do you turn when its all gone wrong to your friends or maybe your mom
Looking at the suture I wonder of the future Will peace arrive Or will War suffice
The sky is so blue When I'm here with you Sounds cliché but even today
I wonder if all trees are that green I wonder if all skies are that blue I wonder if all food tastes this good Or if its just because im with you
I live in a world filled with hate, I live in a world filled with pain. I hate this world i live in! I feel pain in this world i live in.
I wonder if all trees are that green
I wonder if all skies are that blue
I wonder if all food tastes this good
Or if its just because im with you
I wonder if the colours gone because you're not around
I wonder if the colours will ever come back
I wonder if it will ever go away, this frown
Or if its just hurting now