i cant even begin to tell you what poetry does for me but i guess sill give it a shot. it touches a part of my soul, that even when the subject has nothing to do with what happens in my life, it still makes tears fall or my anger build. it makes me feel whole and accepted, even if the readers dont give acception. it a part of my life that i accually love... and a part of me that no one can take away... |
She remembers the days
where her biggest concern...
I have all these mixed emotions
All these painful thoughts...
No one knows the pain
i hold inside...
People think they know
what goes on in my life...
She sits in her room
afraid to cry...
He holds it inside
afraid to let go...