My name is willie, and poems are a part of who i am. Each one is part of me and my life story. I hope each one of them reachs out to you in some way. The honest truth is ive been lost for a while and im searching for my way back. These poems help me take my bottled up feelings and turn them in to a story. |
They call you the flower of death. Subjecting you...
She touched my heart; gave it warmth; so I could...
If my hour glass was thrown into the trash, an you...
You are the one who created the rivers with your...
For something you can't find that is ever so dear...
You are the one who created the rivers with your...
For something you can't find that is ever so dear...
If my hour glass was thrown into the trash, an you...
She touched my heart; gave it warmth; so I could...
They call you the flower of death. Subjecting you...
Drunk on sorrow and stinging grief; Falling down...
Pain and suffering brings great wisdom, but how you chose to use it only determinds if it was wroth it. |
Follow your heart with all your might. Dont let the wear and tear of others miss guide your heart. Trust in it, and allow it to unfold in front of you. |