Crying Inside

By: Mellissa Floyd
Submitted: 2007-01-17 11:25:41
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The way that I’m feeling is hard to describe
I feel lost and alone in this unbearable life

My emotions are twisted, my stomach in knots
I wish there was something to erase my thoughts

I feel so desperately clingy I feel so free of heart
If you could please just kiss me that would be a great place to start

I do not like the feeling of not knowing how you feel
I don’t like looking in your eyes and seeing all my fears

I really feel so empty searching for the light
Maybe if you could please turn it on tonight

My head is all clouded my eyes full of tears
I can’t hold on to this feeling for years

I hope that is passes, maybe merely a phase
I am ready to be out of this daze

I am going to try to fake my smile
Maybe that will last for a while

It you think you see a smile on my face
Look a little deeper you’ll see I’m out of place

Maybe someday soon the sun will shine
Even through the bad you are always mine.

Mothers Day

What is a mom?

A mom is hot chocolate when it’s cold
She gives you just what you need when you need it the most

A mom is a feeling of happiness and love the friend you always need know matter what
A mom is always being by your side wrong or right she’s there for you for life

A mom is knowing just what to say when your down and depressed or having a bad day
A mom is compassion tenderness and concern and she is there to help you learn

A mom is the strongest one of all she cries for you when you take a fall
My description of a mom is you, without you I don’t know what I would do.

You’re the perfect example of how a mom should be
You’ve always been the PERFECT MOM to me.

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