Author's e-books - poem. Page - 3
The poem is about my way of seeing her and what i feel when i see her and always will .She is beautiful and that is what i feel. Another close to heart poem .
This is not a book, it is a poem. A poem for all of you people who have ever felt lonely or deserted. This poem is not to be commented on negatively please. Enjoy :)
Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin. A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. Today I am writing my mother from inside a body that used to be hers.
A couple breaks up and then the poem enters a hypothetical scenerio: the guy tries to get her back and she admits that she can't do this anymore because he ruined her. All the love is replaced with hate.
A little story about my day today at my uncles funeral. Aside from the falling to my knees everything else was all to real.
Poems I have written over the past few years.
The poem is about my way of seeing her and what i feel when i see her and always will .She is beautiful and that is what i feel. Another close to heart poem .
This is not a book, it is a poem. A poem for all of you people who have ever felt lonely or deserted. This poem is not to be commented on negatively please. Enjoy :)
Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin. A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. Today I am writing my mother from inside a body that used to be hers.
A couple breaks up and then the poem enters a hypothetical scenerio: the guy tries to get her back and she admits that she can't do this anymore because he ruined her. All the love is replaced with hate.
A little story about my day today at my uncles funeral. Aside from the falling to my knees everything else was all to real.
Poems I have written over the past few years.