Younger Days

Here is something I wrote when I was about 12ish. I gave it to my mom for that Mother's Day








The thought of losing you makes me want to cry
The thought of seeing you hurt makes me want to die
You've been with me through thick and thin
And I love you even when,
I yell or scream
Or say something mean
Even though I really don't show it
You are the only one I can go to when i'm in trouble
And I'll try my hardest to make it up to you
For all the headaches and pains I've caused you
I'll love you till I get old and wrinkled
I don't want you to ever leave me but if you have to
Be my guardian angel
Cause I really love you...
Hmm, looking back on it that wasn't too bad for 12ish..lol

1 comments:

Dang, I can feel the moisture in my eyes. I'm not cryin', it's just dust. (sniff sniff)

That's my story and I'm stickin to it!

May 26, 2008 at 12:33 PM