Poems from hceldridge383@gmail.com

It’s almost impossible to weed out the roots you planted in me The seeds of hope that you’d get better The promises that you weren’t going...
It’s almost impossible to weed out the roots you planted in me The seeds of hope that you’d get better The promises that you weren’t going...
When I am having a bad day And all I really want to do is hit the hay I know that no matter what When I come home, there will be my smiling...