Poems from charadan.moore
Every evening as I'm lying here in bed
This little prayer keeps running
through my mortal head
God bless my mom and dad
and bless my...
As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my friend.
But then...
I have a friend so clear
Under the scrutiny of their eyes
I seem to want to change how I appear
Why is that?
They never fail to point out...