Love, how beautiful you look
When you cry...
It's the end of the times
That we've learned to say goodbye...
I am the autumn,
Boss of red and gold...
Through the eyes of those i see
the ones i like seem to hate me...
Children are a special gift
from The Lord above...
See those lights? Along that path?
That’s the road to follow...
I can hear the music
Playing constantly inside of my soul...
This pain, it hurts beyond compare.
It is worse than any shed tears...
Disconnection.
losing self in a blurring of operations...
Soft and swift my wings unfurl
And I try to take the sky...
Like a puppet
Being controlled...
I intend this poem to be an emotional poem of...
-Childhood and I...