I don't like the way I look. I don't find myself worth much at all. I don't understand what you see in me. Life just becomes this bitter round.
By Emily Masten8 years ago in Poets
Your face lit up into a smile Your arms wrapped around me tight In a hug. You sang me little lullabies A mother's love in your eyes
It isn't left, and it isn't right. After all of this time, didn't you know she'd be alright? Whether in fair weather whether in rain.
