Sheherezade's poetry and fiction page:

Oh, mama, I guess it's true. What's goes around surely comes back to you. But where does it start, and how does it end? You say time's the best healer, on that I can depend. I'm still waiting for answers, chasing breadcrumbs Oh, mama, I'm just so numb. I've been tossing in my sleep and sighing oh,... Sign in to see full entry.