If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—

If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a con sóc, sóc in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:

I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a ngựa con, ngựa, pony all my own,
And a little cừu, thịt cừu quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:

And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight hoặc nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.

—Laurence Alma-Tadema

Hope bạn like it, that it speaks to you, invites you, whoever bạn are.





I may only be One Voice,

But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.

my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.

My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*

So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices












*not part of the original poem:

Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.

These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds bạn left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
bạn left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken bạn from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made bạn leave, hoặc why, but I do know this,
That if bạn could, bạn would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as bạn are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting bạn to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
bạn were and Angel when bạn were here
Now you’re just a different kind    
One that will be our guardian until we can find bạn again
When we find our way to the light

The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry

The cỏ neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines

Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may Kiss the ground
without having a mess of my face

There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to di chuyển on
is as painful as letting go

My tim, trái tim goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how

But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to

Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game

But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow hoặc the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt

your smile brightens up the world
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
bạn make me laugh
and thought of losing bạn made me cry

your tim, trái tim is as deep as ocean
bạn are calm in sticky situations
bạn are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
bạn can see my pain through my eyes

it's bạn that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
bạn are the cá đuối, ray of light in the darkest night
bạn gave me new hope of life
bạn are always there for me

we have to different ways
but i will never forget bạn and your friendship
we might fall apart but
bạn will hold my tim, trái tim forever

the times we had are precious jam
bạn like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you