Something found deep inside,
On special days when you become a bride.
A volume of speech that you can't explain,
Emotions and feelings that control the things that you can't really blame.
It controls your actions and words,
Over head directions , flying fast like birds.
YOU ARE READING
Rainy Days 🌂
Poetry~ Brief poems [ The real journey is if I can follow a dangerous path] [Friendships needs blocks that stack up one another. No matter how many times they fall down, if you try hard enough the blocks make a tower] Starting date 5/27/2017
