Writing is like a piece of my soul.
I put down every little detail,
of how I might feel.
I write when I want to remember,
and I write when all I want to do,
is forget.
I can't remember the last words I said to you,
But my pen and paper will never forget.
Writing is a piece of who I am.
And all I seem to do,
Is write things,
that are only for you.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PoesieJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
