When I run out of stories to tell you,
Will I lose you too??
When I run out of ways to inspire you,
Will I get booed??
When my jokes are no longer funny,
Would I become your joke?
When new ideas seem to elude me,
Would you lend me your book?
Behind this strong willed woman,
Is a soft melting iron,
Who's been broken and scarred,
But still has the will to forge on.
I've got family and "strange bestfriends"
But that's a topic for another day,
Because I too have fears, yea
That never seem to go away.
Maybe I should be a little optimistic
And stop watching the big clock tick,
I've lost, and am still losing,
People in my life that should stick.
So with a big heavy heart,
I write to you too and ask,
After all is said and done,
Will you too be gone??
*wipes eyes*
JustVikkytorya
2 comments:
Sobs sobs sobs
You will only lose me when beans and plantain go extinct! No worries....
Post a Comment