Wednesday, November 7, 2007

My name is....

My name is Tiffany,

Yesterday I was lonely, and cold,

I wanted that special person by my side.

Tomorrow I will be hoping for another day,

knowing that today was not promised scares me.

When I dream I am sleepy hollow I like to sleep peacefully in my bed.

I show my mom I am Ms. Innocent because

I don't want to be a disappointment.

Inside my soul I want to be different, I want to change for the

good and never the bad.

Secretly I am a broken heart

I have been hurt numeral times.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love ur poem