You've got fire In
Your soul but your heart is cold. A
Painting with a thousand words in a quiet Room
Nothing but you, yet filled
With colors and With
Your Art
Attracts that emotion I'd
Love to feel right now. Still
I dream of when I Stare
At your lovely message and At
Your beautiful rhymes, oh how I dream to be looking at you.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
