Writing the words in my head and in my heart.
There once was a girl named Ginger who enter the world to see what she could do life was thrown at her she learned her lessons and knew
By Karen 3 years ago in Poets
To the reader of these words I am always here for you Though distant by space My heart is near To the reader of these words
Life is what you make it Happy, sad, tradigic, wonderful It shapes you as much as you shape it. Days go by, and you have choices
As the wind whistles over my head I look above to see To see what though There is nothing there that wasn't there before.
