Poetry is my life. I crave and then feed off of emotion. My head and heart show me the way, my hand a servent to them. Love is my main weakness as u will begin to see, but please look beneath these words and never judge from what only your eyes can see. Feel the sadness and my joy, which I'm willing to share. Take it to your heart and think them over twice. Reinact the part which I played then and feel the drama to, for what I write all if few, are real tragedies which I have encountered and broke my fragile heart too. |
So many, too many lines about broken hearts,
Right now it's everything else in me hurting body...
Just another line, with another dead rhyme,
Pouring my wasted heart out...
I want to be there, the way you want me to be,
But I find it so hard when I disagree so...
Wont you ever be proud of me?
Wear a smile on your face because of me...
Hand in hand we lay,
Watching the clouds each day...
This isnt exactly a quote but whilst i was writing the other day i thought this: |