I've been retired for a while, but in that short period of absence, I've done a lot of reading to perfect my writing skills. My real work starts with my sequels "Set Me Free...". I'll admit that I've lost any source to write for, but the inspiration comes eventually every night. I'm glad to be back, and I'll try to stay more active than I used to be. I hope that my poetry is deep enough for those who go into those similiar circumstances. Thanks for reading/voting/commenting. |
Doesn't it hurt you,
The way this hurts me...
Emotions may not penetrate this heart,
The source of life may be constructed of stone...
When you are near me,
And you look into my eyes...
I live each passing day,
Pretending nothing's wrong...
A glance at your bright eyes,
A simple touch on your scented hair...
Hurt Me Deeply,With Your Hands,Insult Me Cruelly,With Your Words,My Wounds Will Heal,But The Words You Said Are Stored In My Heart Forever... |