My voice cries out beneath each word,
I am my poetry.
Feel my soul when my muse is heard,
it cries to be set free.
I write of love with such desire,
with warm thoughts of you.
Wanting to set your soul on fire,
is all I want to do.
Writing sorrow is painfully real ,
my sadness expressed.
Tears fall like rain, that is how I feel,
missing you, so depressed.
Happiness brings a chuckle to write,
with my inner child.
Lately nothing seems to go right,
poems are dark and wild.
I write of God, when I am lost,
giving into temptation,
Still wanting love at any cost,
words of contemplation.
Raw emotions spew from within,
poetry of the soul,
Words from my heart, emotions begin,
my honesty takes its toll.
Posted on 5/9/2007 7:51:10 AM
