The frogs and winds made no better songs-
Than those which I heard tonight whilst I strolled,
Emotions in blend with the sweet scenting air,
Occupied my mind and twirled through these lungs,
Feelings seeking expression and words seeking form
Mingled in this palette that is called my mind-
And whilst the heavens brewed above me-confined,
I found myself wishing I could leave this all behind,
Leave behind the mask that I've always had to wear,
Leave behind the loneliness, sadness, and despair,
Leave behind the fake friends that dare to pretend to care-
And sleep in death's embrace away from life's cold glare!
Yet, each time I doubt myself and crumble under life's weight,
She's always there reminding me softly that I'm destined for something great.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
