Your words, you saved
And say "you win"
But now you hit the mark
No sin
They say im strong
But only you know
How weak and wrong
I can be
You will be the wright
Im the pen
And you are my paige
The force i carry
We may grow weary
Being apart
But it will start
Your the walls
The focus
Achieve your full
Potential
My princess
Give all
No less
Dont fuss
Clean up the mess
Do you trust me
See a whole new world
For us to chase
But together we'll
Run this race
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful/Sorrow
RandomI can't and write happy poetry. Not because I'm never happy but because its my misery that spawns creativity. It's my agony that lets me know I was once happy and that I can feel that again. To see the joy in life despite the chaos this world is in...
