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 Masten6 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
By Emily Masten7 years ago in Poets
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.