first lets start its pronounce {kay--wa} in Poland it means coffee what was it like nothing was the way it should have been it was complicated and i know every one child hood was complicated mine was strange at best there was not a moment i was not traveling like a gypsy or being put in my place by my dad you see after all the drama i got my sorry from my mom before she passed away in all her messed up thoughts she knew the responsibility's she laid at my feet but my father -----------i just found out he died i am not a 100% sure but it feels right and my gut has never been wrong i will never get my sorry from him that man owes me one trust me big time when i am less angry i will write in more detail but enjoy the poem inspired by my momsie which she was well aware of
Carrie -----------------see you later
About Me
- BLUEMONDAY
- las vegas, nevada, United States
- i am Carrie Ann Kawa , i am a poet, a writer, music lover, i enjoy intresting conversations, i love the words of others , i have a deep faith in something bigger then myself , i enjoy life instead of complaining about it , i look at the stars, have a wicked sence of humor and i know some where down the line i will be where i need to be for today is today. i walk where i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . i am carrie and that is all i am ever going to be .
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