RIP. James. You were the best writer on here. James Freestone was a wonderful writer, and actor. He inspired me to write. It would not be fair to take all the credit for my poetry as he was he reason I wrote, at first. Thanks James. |
Sure I'll forget you
And pretend you're not around...
Love is a carnation
So lovely, strong and rare...
After all you've cost
You hurt me again...
I sit there in my English class
I try to pay attention but I'm swept away...
Oh, the grass is so green
Such healthy flowers begin to grow...
Angels gather here
Love is our only prayer...
There's no saying who I am
Or the type of person I define...
You want me to be happy
Yet you criticize...
I want to tell you
Yell it out to the sky...
Take me to ocean
Show me what to see...
There's a lot of things that are waiting for you to break. How are you ever supposed to keep together if you are one of them? |
"Think with your brain, not your heart. Your heart is weak, but strong enough to overpower your common sense." -My Peter |
We all have our own book of love. We're all just trying to find the right person who can read it. Better yet, finish writing it. |