A secret told should not unfold, till time does toll the hour. When merry days have crossed thy path, making sweet now much to sour. Oh, fatal hearts, think not of me-- for I am but a busy Bee. To busy, to dangerous, to scared you know, to see. But Ah! Ah, I say. Don't go away! For stories will I tell...Many a tale, which should ring a bell--In hopes, I plead you not to fail. Child, listen to these words I say. As long as you know them, do not think you need KNOW more. By my word, if you can see, things that make up who is me... Then all you need to know today, is that I love writing poetry this way. |
Thank you for caring about me that day
When others decided to walk away...
Now I wonder who I am.
Am I a girl with brains or brawn...
Scarlet tears run down our faces.
The devil has given us his evil graces...
Once upon a time the sun and moon were two good...
Until, of course, the moon began to disappear...
Do you love me? Just a question.
Just a little wonder why...
Laugh. Keep laughing. Keep trying. Don't give up.
Laugh. I know how much you like it, because...
Into a world of unknown does my soul do seek...
Into a world of freedom where my heart is not a...
Wanting to see you smile was the only thing my...
Darling, I'll be here. I'll stand with you, teach...
Who you are is different from who you will be; who you will be is different from who you want to be; and who you want to be is different from who you need to be. |
The best way to meet Tomorrow is to deal with Today. |
Words put together with any meaning (be it small or big) behind it form the bigger picture one should see as a "poem". |