All my poems have deep meanign to me. Although i suppose most poeple here would say the same about mine. I don't write poetry often but when i do...i mean it... |
Wrap me in your happiness
Coat me in your sadness...
Im thinking here, about life,
And how it can balance like the blade of a knife...
Distraught, my thoughts will cry
God knows all critics die...
If I could sell my heart away
To you somehow or way...
I hate the way Im feeling
This lack of hope Im stealing...
The wall taunts me
It haunts me...
I miss you
When it seems...
I stare in awe at the paper on her bed
Folded neatly with fear and dread...
A feeling I get deep in the chest
Causing stages of nothing, empty of rest...
I hate the way Im feeling
This lack of hope Im stealing...