Life is like a flower
Sent from a tower
From up above we see
From down below we never want to be
Today we lay
Sat upon a bed of dreams
Below we stay
On endless ropes of memories
My mother once said
Life is what you make of it
If that is true then who couldn't I save you
I never realized it
But what she meant would last a lifetime
Life is what you make
Only means it is relaps of what you take
Time and time
Wind flows through the days
Nights are cold
Days are hot
Some days I swear I can't even have my own thoughts
I set and wonder
About the stars
About the moon
Who is who
And why flowers bloom
Then I think
Momma once told me
Never be afraid
Life is given and it is taken
By ones own mercy
They are given a choice
Whether to live or die
Some choose the easy way out
Others not so much
But that is life
You live
You die
You breath
You sleep
And most of all
You get to be
Who you were meant to see
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Poems.
PoetryI normally write poems but no one ever gets to hear them so ummm if you like them let me know if you have suggestions that's good to know as well.. Here goes some may be gory
