I took time to look
Myself in the mirror
And there she was
A little girl with dreams big as the universe
As her eyes twinkle with Hope for a better tomorrow.
So why do I wish to kill her dreams
Why do I cut myself with hopes to live no more
Why am I being selfish
I Believe she's worth fighting for
I believe she's worth covering up the wounds for
I believe she's gonna appreciate each and every fight for her to live
I believe our future older us will look back to this day, cry and thank you for choosing to live and fight for a better tomorrow.
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
Poetrywords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
