Poetry has a life of it's own. It has a mind and soul, a heart beat and it's own rhythm. It's not something someone can just make up without having personal connections to whatever they are writing about. That is what I am about. I've lived and breathed, bleed and cried through every word I've ever written the past few years. I hope you can feel me when you read my words...because everything I write about has a part of me with it. |
I sit on my bed,
clutching my head...
It's so hard to let someone go.
That of which is what I know...
Why is it that your best friends are the ones that...
When they say they love you...
Can't be who she is,
Gotta keep it all inside...
Today would have been your birthday,
You would have been sixteen...
I SMILE, see me SHINE
I LAUGH, so utterly DIVINE...
My mind is inclined to fall into the state of...
My heart is constantly stressin tryin to exceed...
I remember the day I first met you,
It was your smile that blew me away...
Tears in my eyes now,
Emptiness fills deep...
Drifting apart from one you love,
Isn't exactly easy to do...
Why do we close our eyes when we sleep, when we cry, when we imagine, when we kiss, when we pray? Because the most wonderful things in life cannot be seen with our eyes, it must be felt with our hearts. |
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