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...
