I know your wounded
It's really quite sad...
The poetry inside me wont let me be.
I write words upon words, about you and me...
It's never been a destination for salvation
Only a journey of all my creation...
To my poet friend.
You have a talent that many admire, don't let...
Your friendly hand
touched me...
She remains my best friend in the hood..
Like a sister, she sometimes taught me what i do...
Rain starts with storm
clouds already gathered...
You never know the feeling
till it renders all the way...
A face masked with beauty,
And a heart engross with charity...
A friend is someone who understands me.
Someone who makes you laugh when you are sad...
Kiley
what a beautiful name...
Though your compliments carry ingredients that...
the writer inside me never allowed for...