Hi! You will soon find different varieties here. I am a writer and a poet, though I am still passing some stepping stones with this. I get wrapped up in the poem sometimes and it may turn out long in the end, so I apologize in advance. :3
Funny isn't it, how our lives turned out? Surviving day to day and shrouded with doubt? I never imagined that you would be so much like HER
"I am looking for my Bucky Barnes." I murmured more than once as I fell asleep, the image of a playful and loyal guy slowly beginning to creep.
Distress seeps through my every pore, plaguing my body through physical and mental scorn. I appear to get even more gangling
I now aim to walk three miles a day, weather depending— they say to me, "Yeah, you don't want to blow away?" I am getting more meat on my bones
"Happy Mother's Day to a mother who doesn't care." I scoff to myself as I raise up a beer. And as a gift I would like you to see,
I gaze at our pictures of all our yesterdays, and I feel the harsh sting of regret for the things that I couldn't ever bring myself to say.
Hours slipped by for days on end, as I sat alone whilst aching for a friend. No one at school really liked me no matter how friendly I aimed to be,
I am stronger than what you thought of me as when you left me behind, to care for two little girls that weren't even mine.