Search This Blog

Monday, August 27, 2012

                                              iAm

I am not perfect.
I wonder what tomarrow has in store.
I hear sirens.
I see red white and blue.
I want to find someone special.
I am not perfect.

I pretend to like the sweater.
I feel preasure.
I touch the stearing wheel.
I worry about blue lights in the mirror.
I cry when i find a dent.
I am not perfect.

I understand cars.
I say whats on my mind.
I dream of meeting my goals.
I try to do the right thing.
I hope to do better.
I am not perfect.

No comments:

Post a Comment