i've made so many mistakes, But you are not one of them. we get along, we rarely fight. when we converse, all my ears hear is melody. when we are together, the sky glare. you were all i had, now my whole world.
They can't break her, ofcause she is fragile. strong, gutsy lionhearted is what she is, heedfull, devoting and tenderhearted is how she is. an eye so ravishing that you can be mislaid in. her pusture are so decent that you don't see her substanderds. she can burn you, but she can also suprise you in the most remarkable way.
My thoughts of you are like rain drops of flowers, My thoughts of you are like a rainbow at a splashing waterfall, my thouhts of you are like a full moon shining through aa cloudy night sky, No matter how wonders my eyes ha seen, nothing compares to the beauty i see when i looked at you.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach when feeling out of sight For the end of being the ideal grace . I love thee to the level of every day’s most quiet need by sun and candle light . I love thee freely, as men strive for right . I love thee purely, as they turn from praise . I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs and with my childhood’s faith . I love thee with a love I seemed to lost with my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smile, tears of all my life and if God choose, Then I shall but love thee better after death
The plates will still shift And the cloud will still spew . The sun will slowly rise And the moon will follow too. Lifes beauty will continue To flourish all around But now you are gone These birds has no sound . And my heart does not beat It is still inside my chest . My tears keep on falling And my head will not rest. But I have no choice Only to move through this life Endlessly attempting to fill This longing that is rifle
I dont like her anymore, But she is still there. I dont think about her, In the back of my mind she was confined when someone say something she use to say, iam reminded of how she made me feel. time to time i see her face up in the sky, iam remined of her presence, her pretty brown eyes. ill always feel alone with out her.
I never liked art, But i liked her. She liked art. So i intend my self into love of art. I wasn't visible to her sight, So i now slumber in a vessel of art.
Never get decieved by that everything will come easy in life, Even the sun struggles to break through the clouds to shine. The trees resist the wind just to stand tall, the light overpower the darkness so we can have a brighter day. Its just the norms of life to believe that nothing comes without sacrifice and struggles.
Hands clammy Fingers trembling Heart tight Stomach fluttering They might say am nervous But I rather believe It's the words in me That are restless For eager I am to pour My whole heart to you A poet, who knows the worth of words My quilt are sharp My blood is my ink.
