Family peace
Posted on May 10th, 2008
by 
joey
joey
Poem
Family peace
I always don't say what you want to hear. Sometimes I am mean and way to clear. If you only knew why I do what I do, It's only to say I want the best for you. Even though I'm younger than all of you, I had alot to deal with at such a young age. Something I don't ever want to speak of or things that should just be left unsaid. I remember that how I used to cope. Dealing with this wrath of descruction all on my own being ashamed of living and breathing in my own home! Asking god why this has happened? I only want the best for the ones I love. Home is where the heart is. That is how the saying goes. My heart is with each and everyone of you, the unbreakable bond of family. Tears of lost souls, of time that ran out for some, they have been gone for so long but it just seems like yesterday we spoke. Seeing things out of the corner of our eyes, or of deja vu' s that they want to hint to our surprise. My guardian angels sends me down pathways that are somewhat blinding. It's hard to see to the end of my surroundings. We talked of family memory's that made us laugh, and of things that made us cry, the feeling of family peace I see through everyones eyes.
by joey
Family peace
I always don't say what you want to hear. Sometimes I am mean and way to clear. If you only knew why I do what I do, It's only to say I want the best for you. Even though I'm younger than all of you, I had alot to deal with at such a young age. Something I don't ever want to speak of or things that should just be left unsaid. I remember that how I used to cope. Dealing with this wrath of descruction all on my own being ashamed of living and breathing in my own home! Asking god why this has happened? I only want the best for the ones I love. Home is where the heart is. That is how the saying goes. My heart is with each and everyone of you, the unbreakable bond of family. Tears of lost souls, of time that ran out for some, they have been gone for so long but it just seems like yesterday we spoke. Seeing things out of the corner of our eyes, or of deja vu' s that they want to hint to our surprise. My guardian angels sends me down pathways that are somewhat blinding. It's hard to see to the end of my surroundings. We talked of family memory's that made us laugh, and of things that made us cry, the feeling of family peace I see through everyones eyes.
by joey
Access: Public
July 2008