these are momentary feelings; pieces of my troubled mind; i write what i think, what i think is what i feel, what i feel is what I am and what i am is what i am...... and if only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take it all back. But Ive been down this road, time and time again. And I've learned the hard way how the story always ends...
Monday, May 26, 2014
Off to visit my fathers grave. If alive, he would have been 60 tomorrow. Too bad hes not here. He didnt get to see my Denise. My mom would always say my face my height, my hair and everything about me is my fathers. He is missed. Badly.
