My bedroom
By My_pain_your_thrill •
..This isn't really a poem, just a thought..
All the things we couldn't afford,
From the baby born,
The pram, the car,
And I should hate you,
I really should,
But I don't,
Because I'm still desperatley,
Holding on,
To the dream that one day,
You will know,
What colour my bedroom is...
~For my mum..