All alone in a room full of people
They all just stop and stare...
Ok here is some time
writing you this, call it a love crime...
When I read poetry
it makes me want to write...
Why?
Why do I say what I say...
I am a bird that doesn't know how to fly.
I look at things in search of why...
Your voice begins
To hear your voice makes me grown...
A tale that is never said out loud
For another ear to hear or crowd...
Broken & Bleeding
Scarred & Stitched...
Ive felt these scars before- Ive bleed like this...
Ive cut these wounds before- ive covered my self...
I got nothing
Nothing left...
On the plain being transported to that other world
a war zone that nobody heard...
I can move on
I have a wonderful man...