I write what I feel/experience and if you expect anything more, you are expecting to much. |
I walk around the world and leave my memories...
I try and try but can't seem to ease my troubled...
Ever wonder why my soul won't cry?
It's away from the world and all your lies...
Tears stream down my cheek
I watch you fly away...
Part of me died
My heart stopped beating...
You were my dawning light
What turned my night to day...
Mother, may I go out tonight?
Stay out until it is daylight...
You fill our hearts with rays of light
You're always there, day or night...
I want to be who I want to be
No more pressure, no more torture...
Right now my stomach's doing somersaults
As the rain keeps pounding on my window...
Think of me,
Think to that day...
To tell the reader 'A poem is what you make of it' would be to slit the poet's throat with their own words. |
Whoever tells you to let the sun shine has clearly never danced in the rain. |
The only thing harder to find than a job is someone to love you through thick and thin. |