though i feel their hurts and fears
my eyes fill up with silver tears
endless joy throughout the years
my life my fate with them it clears
I must read and write to be
happy with them as he
the voices ring soft and true
yelling always there's my clue
people I read and write about
become me even to the pout
I love them all yes I really do
YOU ARE READING
poems
Rastgelepoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
