“I sit here in despair,
when I knew you never cared,
and I always seem to wonder why its me who gets the thunder,but then I get so frightened because its you who gets the lightning.”
This poem was written/submitted by Grace Broach.
“I sit here in despair,
when I knew you never cared,
and I always seem to wonder why its me who gets the thunder,but then I get so frightened because its you who gets the lightning.”
This poem was written/submitted by Grace Broach.