I wrote this poem on 03/28/2005
Wandering
Wandering around from place to place trying to find my special space. Follow my heart or follow my head, believe what I think of what you said. I'm not writing this to make you mad, I am writing it because I am sad. You need always know you are my heart and soul, but some empty promises make little holes. Can you tell me and I first or last in line, do me a favor and give it to me straight this time. I need to ask should I stay or should I go, your hearts the only one that knows.
