Two long years,is what the calender will say..
yet my heart screams that it feels like yesterday,
The tears dont come as often,
But they still come just as hard,
Ever sence July 7th,when God ripped you from my arms............
I go on each day with my mask firmly in place...
So what you see is my laughter and smiles,,
Not the tears that wet my face...
But yet i go on...
Because that's what your suppose to do...
Knowing in my heart that each day that passes brings me closer to you...
R.I.P. MY LOVE
IN LIFE & DEATH { RHONDA } { BY RHONDA }
