I only recently started poetry, when I started Junior High life started getting a whole lot harder and writing lessened some of that pain. That is why all the poems you will read are sad, it's my own emotions on paper... |
Sure, I'm not perfect,
But at least I try...
Cold, solid, freezing me.
Covering his eyes, penetrating into me...
The three stooges, the three musketeers
Those were our nicknames for the past few years...
The water is dragging me down.
I hear the water make an awful sound...
Truths are pulling us together,
When someone asks for a lie we say never...
Sure, the path may have narrowed, but it's still walkable. All you gotta do is work a little to widen it! |
Holding onto a grudge is like holding on to a hot poker; you'll just hurt yourself. |
I'll love you until all love is gone. |