You can tell me you love me, that don't mean a damn thing
you can buy me roses,
you can buy me chocolate,
you can offer me a car and baby I promise I won't drive it
you can't change the things you did to me
but now i'm free I finally found me
it's the best thing that could have ever happened
you can't change the girl that I've become
I got power, I got love, I got what I need and that's enough
no one will make me feel like I ain't worthy any more
I got myself to remind me that baby girl you are worth so much more
love yourself and you will find the peace
the peace you didn't know you'd need.
About the Creator
Maria D
Just someone who enjoys to write, and explore her mind. I love to read, especially when they turn into movies in my head.
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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