I try not to go there very often….

Our relationship was doomed from the start.

Today is my birthday.I’m 17 now.Anyone can pray for me because I am bad and can not pray for all my deeds I wish someone can pray for me to die and I can hug my death.

I hope you are my partner for life.

Short poem about life.

Guilt steals my breath.

This poems describes the best of a boy true love.

Will there be someone who would call me his own?

I wrote this poem as I speak for myself. I live by the words of GOD, and I obey his laws, so when I die I will make it to Heaven.

Green thumbs are not always around, but good ground grows where the green thumb doesn’t.