Of the life I've lived,
I've learned many things.
Pain, sorrow, happiness, Loss...
Yet, I am ignorant, in all I do...
And for everything that happens,
I never know what to do,
Clueless is my heart.

Sitting in our minds,
Comtemplating life,
While moments we've dreamed of,
Cease to exist...

(sry if there are any misspelled words =])

What makes poetry beautiful?
Answer: When it comes from the writer's heart, mind, soul, and eternal being...

(I've had someone ask me this question, here's the answer)

-Liz-

Every rose has a thorn...

Life is a single bullet,
If you don't you use it soon enough,
Death will take your life,
And fate will control you.

-Liz-
(hope you can understand this)

After loving someone for so long...
How could you possibly catch your breath?

-Liz-

To be loved in a state of immortality,
To be lifted high above so all may see!
What wonders this brings!
But what is this?
It's love! True love! Heart pounding LOVE!

-Liz-

Such sorrow to bring!
Such love to sing!
Let your heart free!
And leave thy lover be!
For happiness is everything but unreal!

-Liz-

We're all pessimistic,
We recieve love,
We wonder how long it will last.
We recieve gifts,
We wonder what the giver wants.
We lose loved ones,
We wonder.... "who's next?"

-Liz-

Such sweet love to only be seen as a figure of speech! Such a fool to lover's eye, to think of nothing, but when will the love die!

-Liz-
(I love Shakespear! So I wrote this is memory of him!)