Poems from fmoore
So much depends
Upon
The way you
Go on
After the
Heartbreak
How you make it better.
You know when you were little
And you had your hand
In the cookie hand
You turned and almost died of embarrassment
When you saw your dad’s...
You know that feeling
When you’re empty and alone
When there is no one you can turn to
Remembering when the sun once shone
You used to be...
Sometimes it hurts to live,
To wake up and not have a reason to...
It hurts to move, to remember, to want.
That pain once constantly...