Author has written 2 stories for Alpha and Omega, and Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
When you were 5, your mom bought you an ice cream cone; You thank her by yelling that it's the wrong kind.
When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another; You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.
When you were 10, your mom payed for private piano classes; You thanked her by never bothering to practice.
When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call; You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.
When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp; You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.
When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car; You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.
When you were 17, your mom gave you her credit card; You thanked her by maxing it out.
When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation; You thanked her by partying until dawn.
When you were 20, your mom drove you to college; You thanked her by saying good-bye outside of your dorm room, so you wouldn't have to say it in front of your friends.
When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding; You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.
When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her; You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.
Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.
Man: Where have you been all my life?
Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Man: Is this seat empty?
Man: Your place or mine?
Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Man: Your body is like a temple.
Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put u and i together
Man: Your eyes they're amazing.
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My hair is black, my eyes are brown
Mommy, you'd love having me around
It's early yet, the month is one
Though you can't see me yet, I've just begun
One month later, the month is two
I'm still but a part of you
Time is passing the month is three
I'm getting to be someone as you can see
Still so small that I don't have to hide
I'm just a little seed inside
You'll love me mommy, just wait and see
I'm going to make you proud of me...
...I've got a new home now, the month is seven
Mommy didn't want me, so now I'm in heaven
It's so beautiful, but now I'm gone
I have no memory to carry on
If I were still there now the month would be eight
I was murdered by my mommy's own hand
I guess this is too young to understand
Good-bye mommy, the month would be nine
I could've been living right now and been fine
Although I'm in heaven, I still have to cry
Because of my mommy, I had to die.
How is that I cry all night,
Is it that you take pleasure in playing games with my heart
How is it you declare your love to me one day
How is it that you were able to make me feel so low
How come I'm only yours' when the time is right
How come you want to deny your love for me
When you were in pain, there was only me, there standing by your side
When you had so many doubts and you couldn't find your way
But you can't take my love for granted
At times I want to get back at you
You couldn't have stayed with the good woman
Call me the girl no one bothered to notice
Call me the girl no one ever cared about
Call me the girl you pass in the hall and not give a damn
Call me the forgotten...