Biography of Michele Weston
Michele was born in Hanover Michigan in the 80's. The daughter of a successful businessman she enjoys traveling the country and hopes to travel overseas sometime this year. Michele has been in and out of unsuccessful relationships and has decided to take some time off dating to devote to her career and finishing her Master's degree. Michele has written over 100 songs and poems, five novels and dozens of erotic stories. She spends her free time working on her sixth novel and reading other authors books.
Michele Weston Poems
One Year In Heaven
One year in heaven, One year you've been there, So far away,
You can't fight fate You can't fight destiny No matter how far away you are What's meant to be will always be
The perfect little girl, With a smile on her face, But underneath this shell, Is a soul the world has erase,
She was only twenty, When the doctors gave her the news, The cancer was back again, In remission for many years,
See The Truth
I lay in bed and pray, That someday you will hear my screams, But day after day, I lie here and keep praying that prayer,
It Was You
I had no idea it was you, All the years and all the other men, You stood by me, your friendship strong, Never once did you leave my side,
Second thoughts come near, On a decision made in a second, Life changes forever then, New place, new people,
Break My Fall
Please, break my fall, Reach you hand out, And touch mine,
It swirls all around me Growing stronger everyday I know not how much longer I'll have the stregnth to push away
The Black Wall
The black wall hides my face, It keeps me locked inside, I keep running the race, There is no where to hide,
What I Dream
I close my eyes, And his appear, Cold and evil, Full of hate,
Waiting, But what am I waiting for? A knight on a white horse, Or, maybe, a happy ending.
Why'D You Do It
A conversation with a friend inspired me to write this about his relationship with his mother, it is posted with his permission and consent on the content... Momma, momma, why'd you do it? Momma, momma, you made me cry,
I Will You In My Arms
A thousand miles apart, I count the steps in my head, Knowing soon it will be inches, I will you in my arms,
Nothing to do but smoke another pack,
It's been a month since you called,
We'd talk int he middle of the ngiht,
In hushed voices so she didn't hear.
They all said you'd ruin my angel eyes,
I guess they were right,
How else could the daughter of a preacher,
Turn into someone like me.