littlemermaid22

A brief couplet poem.

This is a true story, that happened to me. I hope you like it.

"Sad girls don't fall in love, sweetheart. So pick up your head and go get him." I lifted my teary eyes as one slipped down my cheek.

He smiled at stared at the ground, and said, "Well I don't know- but I like you- but maybe."

What is the point of being married and not having children? Not having kids is like not living life.Then

About a daisy. The kind of daisy that grows from the ground and looks like...well a flower.

A brief couplet poem.

About a daisy. The kind of daisy that grows from the ground and looks like...well a flower.

We used to talk, we used to be together; inseparable. But not anymore, it's like he forgot who we are, how much time, and secrets we piled into this relationship. Now he's throwing it away.

"Sad girls don't fall in love, sweetheart. So pick up your head and go get him." I lifted my teary eyes as one slipped down my cheek.