this is a poem i wrote bout someone who used ta b so dear ta me... UNTIL DEY DID ME WRONG...
if you would look inside me,
you could only see,
you make me so happy.
how could this be?
but if u make me so happy,
then y do i feel so blue?
is this what i do to you,
or to you does it feel so true.
do i make you happy?
or is it just me?
i feel like im alone,
everywher i go i dont feel at home.
sometimes i feel like a gnome
sitting in the yard.
a statue so still and quiet,
like a british guard.
nothing to do and nothing to say,
this is KARMA in and out everyday!!!
