I've been writing poems since I was 10...its been difficult to write since I started studying medicine, but the emotions and words are there all the same. I guess u all will understand what I mean..... |
There was a soft beauty in the eyes
That sought me out, day and night...
Twinkling in the inky sky tonight
Is one little star, playful and bright...
He was the center of her world
As he gurgled and cooed away...
If there is something man strives for
Uncomplainingly, tirelessly, undeviatingly...
Pour down, smiling drops of joy
Sparkle your merry way down my face...
Why is it we always want
That which we cannot get...
Seemingly simple a task I undertook
When I promised to love as my own...
My inner self is mine, and I shall defend and maintain its integrity against all the powers of hell. - James Weldon Johnson |
He looked everywhere for her, and at long last, tired and defeated, he lay down n shut his eyes so he wudnt cry - and there she was, waiting for him in his mind's eye |
Blithely and sprightly Love laughed in the face of her callers, and insulted, Insult and Pain walked from her door |