Will I make there
Will I make it to my last day?
Cap and gown. Will I even wear it.
Make daddy proud?
Will I ever make it...
Walking down the aisle, will I even make it?
Fall in love is that even meant for me. Or a fantasy I always want to read, storybooks and fairy tales, make believe.
Will they even love me?
Are dreams only made for sleeping? Are stars just made for wishing? 11:11 on the clock became my only will of living?
Will he ever like my poems? Will he make it before the dose. Am I scared of what he may see, what he thinks everyone else sees?
Was I good enough? Should I keep trying? Is there something waiting for me? And if there is...
...will I really make it?
YOU ARE READING
His poems, Their poems, My poems, Our poems
PoetryI write so he knows. I write so they know. I write so I know. I writes so we understand. Original poems and essays by Leasia Rayona "Leray" Posey.
