some days I see with sad endings, some days I welcome with open arms, and some days I'm alone with the shadow the moon's light offers as companion.
Some days I'm as excited as strong currents through a dam, some days I'm better off left in oblivion
Some days I smile, some days I cry — what would you call me, stranger from the wild?
Am I a darkling or firefly; am I bitter sonnets read by a grave; or, am I just another face with a smile?
Some days I'm whole and other days I'm bits of a puzzle
Fix me!
Tell me it'll be okay, tell me those were lies. Tell me I'm needed.
Some days I do all these but today, I'm a writer and I'll write this emotions down each line and pray you never get to read them.
YOU ARE READING
Forgotten Letters
PoetryI think poetry is one of the greatest outlets for bottled up emotions and words best left unsaid. So, this book is just another one of my outlets and I hope while you may find yourself relating or not, you may still be able to enjoy this poetry as i...
