It's not quite easy being amazing.
Feeling good,
Head held high,
With the ladies looking
As I pass by.
Sometimes I can be down,
But luckily my lady makes
Me smile.
I'm a man who can crave the
touch of soft skin under
the palms of my hands,
And yet,
I'm not a monster,
but a man.
Oh, the places I go,
With a burden on my back,
But yet,
Still doing just fine.
Here I appear,
Though it may not be
Many times in a year,
Expecting for the one I
Like to be waiting forMe.....
But possibly more, too.
For N.C.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
