I'm not the world's best poet.
I'm barely anyone at all.
I stumble over stanzas,
so hard I sometimes fall.
But I think I do know feelings,
for I've laughed and cried and smiled,
so here I wish to thank you
for being with me just a while.
Though there's so much more to see from me,
I hope you'll always know,
you're the reason that I try so hard,
you're the reason that I grow.
Know you are so fond to me,
and let my words ring true;
If there's a person who's helped me be me,
the first I'd choose
is you.
Don't worry, this isn't the last poem or anything :)
This poem is dedicated to you, who's taken the time to read so many of my poems.
Thank you. It means so much to me.
YOU ARE READING
Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
