Poetry is my way of being creative plus. |
Hold my hand,
Don't be sad...
What can I say,
you have stolen my heart...
There is a river,
Flowing gently by...
Time will never heal it.
Home is no home to me...
Flowing into the massive seas.
Light shining on your surface...
Soft and crisp
snow clings to all...
What is fluffy
And fuzzy...
Though time has gone by
And people have left you behind...
I see you in everything
and dream of you always...
Something flutters inside me
small movements; hardly there...
Life is not easy, |
"With a closed heart you my feel nothing and make it though life without getting hurt. But if you feel nothing then you will never truly experience the meaning of life." |
Over the years |