Gone,
Yet again, it seems to have disappeared
The works, those that I write
Although I don't know what they are.
They disappear each time,
Never to be found.
Are they real?
Am I truly writing?
Where could they go?
Or are they simply a part of me?
Is it an art,
Or is it pain?
The most painful moment,
Is right before they are released.
YOU ARE READING
Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
