All I have to come up with
New and old
Could have been stolen
Or even sold
Who would want?
My emotional thoughts
Well, they have plenty
Lots and lots
I hope they are returned
With me they belong
No one else needs them
They where mine all along
Why can’t anyone come clean
Tell me where they went
My world in on that paper
That’s hard work spent
Now someone knows
All I have been through
That’s just one more thing
I have to stress too

No Date
Ashli Jane