Saturday, May 6, 2017

All I am asking from you is to see you

I know this is getting the worse time to ask for my birthday.
But, you are in California.
Wrestling in front of them.
Those who only want you, because your an object to them.
I want to see you, because you are a wrestling god.
A man who makes me smile.
A man who is so athletic.
A man who has a voice that help me escape the reality that I am.
A man who I want, but, I know I can't, because he is not what my parents would like.
You are the only one.

Lindsie Starr
(c) 2017

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

We are

When we are born, we look at guidance from our parents.
When we are starting school, our parents encourage us to do so well.
When we are in love or being crushed by someone we love, our parents stand by and comfort us or give us advice.
When we are making our choice, our parents stand by to it.
When we find the right one, our parents are happy.
When we start our own family, our parents are out there sharing off photos of our love ones.

But, what will happen if one dies?
Then it's a time for morning to that one parent.

Even though we continue with our lives no matter what.
We still think about them every day until we join them too.
No matter what.
We are who we are and our parents are proud of what we become.

Unless your parents are like mine, don't care what I do as long as I have a job. That counts to them.