Words come out
On paper
Through pen
My words are lost
Before they are written
Before they are heard
Before they are read
My words have no meaning
They are meaningless
Sentences and stanzas
Create stories
But I am lost
My story is lost
Now it is just a jumble of words
Each day is a new chapter
Each month a different part
Each year a new book
The writer is known
But not seen
The story for you is already
Written
Each move
Each word
Each thought
Is already known
Your path is planned out for you
By the author
Of our lives.
ČTEŠ
Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoezieJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
