I don't write to show off or to look good I don't want to make money out of writing I don't want be acknowledged for my poetry I just find it easier to put my feelings into a poem than to say them out loud or to think about them poetry is my lease from reality |
Somewhere over the rainbow,
Where my dreams are lost...
Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss,
If you really care, please answer this...
Underneath his heartless lies,
Did you not hear my heartfelt cries...
I told you I meant it,
Like I told you before...
Its in a heart,
That never ends...
Are all my thoughts of you?
your always on my mind...
Sweet bitter heart, Aches again,
Tears in twos and threes...
What’s worth feeling if it doesn’t feel the same? |
You took my smile, my laughter too, |
Lost among the stars this night, |