Poems from ConfettiParade123

Here’s to the girl The girl that used to smile and laugh A light in the room and flower in the dark Who now lays on the floor of the chapel...
Friends are God’s gifts When darkness swallows you And you can’t get up They light a candle And join you in your struggle.   Friends don’t...
What does it mean to be different? Does it mean I am some kind of freak? Am I supposed to be bored and silent? No, i will be free and...