Day’s like this, I really miss my Grandparents

Sigh, Day’s like this make me so infuriated. I hate crying more then anything in this world. It shows vulnerability an I am built to be very strong. Brainless people that think it’s okay to smack women on the butt whenever they want. I extreme dislike being touch by strange men. Am I really just a tool for men to use? Ugh…L Remember the younger days with your grandparents. You use to fall down an they would make it better lol. I need to invent a time machine for day’s like this. Where you can for a fraction of a second zap yourself back into the past. Relive a breathtaking moment in time. Then come back feeling recovered. I just realized I really don’t feel like writing. Maybe later.


Every now and then
Soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you, come back again
And it’s like, you haven’t been
Gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time
Were pulling you and me
And with all my heart, I’m sure
We’re closer than we ever were
I don’t have to hear or see
I’ve got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching
Over me.. I believe..
Now when you die, your life goes on
It doesn’t end here, when you’re gone
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends, if I’m right
Our love can even reach, across
Forever, you’re a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me
I will hold you even longer
If I can..
Oh, the ppl who don’t see the most
See that I, believe in ghosts
If that makes me crazy, then I am
Cuz I believe..



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