A gift from the heavens is what I have,
A light like the sun is what I have,
A smile so calming and relaxed is what I have.
A beating heart is what I have,
Then why?
Why is it that I feel as if I don't
Feel as if these things don't exist.
Why does a night sky with no stars rain over me when I try to bright?
Why do these eyes rain watery sadness when I try to be happy?
Why do I doubt myself when helping?
A gift from the heavens I say.
Does God want me to learn something?
Something that I still don't quite understand?
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Short Memories
PoesíaThis book will be based on poems or some what like poem writing. Each will be different and be based off on how i feel mainly. Not every day will i post up a poem or so its very dependable as i would say. Anyways i hope you all enjoy this book of we...
