Someone sitting at a brown table under a metal lamp is
studying the history of poetry.
Someone in the library at
closing time
has learned to say modernism trope vatic text
She is listening for shreds of music,
He is searching for his name
Back in the old country
They cannot learn without teachers,
They are like us,
what we were If you remember
Because one day in your life You'll remember the love you Found here,
you'll remember me Some how though you don't need me now,
I will stay in your heart and
When things fall apart you'll
Remember one day
But some times when I lonely
I sing a little song
So don't cry for me now I am free
Don't cry for me I am where I'm suppose to be, Just remember you are Always in my heart
So touch your heart,
close your eyes,
Make a wish,
say goodnight
Sky so wide,
stars so bright,
Off the light sleep so tight
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThese poems are a gift from god the who who gave me the power to right what I feel on paper the thing that I adore the think I am very thankful for cause I can express my self through what I love most which is writing poetry and stories.
