Never ending always ascending
A dream of which I've always had
If the end has come will the emotions flood?
Will they pool and make me a
fool?
Or will the flood come and make every brittle branch I've grown snap and scream?
A life of which I've always had
It could end and leave me a broken tree
Will the leaves I hold carry on or will they snap with those branches?
Destiny will tell me
Destiny is what gives us faith
In the end destiny will lend her hand and allow us to know what we could have been
Maybe we will not quite achieve and everything of those brittle branches and leaves has always been deceived
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Troubled Rhymes
PoesiaThese are poems I have written at different times meaning some will be happy and some sad while others may approach heavy topics
