I know, I know
They're so many, the friends and the ones that keep me less zany.
I'm not what I was but I'll be what I'll be and that's not a nobody!
Chats with myself, alone with myself in a weather that is dry yet rainy,
Got tired of praying, dunno if anyone be listening but I know out there there's somebody.
Now I empty my mind and talk to Apollo,
Go on a high and end on a lower low—
But they say that true talent is usually never seen
Until you send your message across and vanish and stay unseen.
It started 6 years ago, the journey of making friends,
I had one who loved jest, another who loved kisses and one who always said 'it depends'.
We were taking this long journey on a bus called life—
And they all paid the driver whose name was God, left me in and went to take a dive!
Actions speak louder than words,
Yet so many prefer to talk—
Till you loose your mind afterwards
And you become "weird" and take a walk.
I'm so low that I'm wowed
As the silence screams out loud,
Now I do and wander where I'm not allowed
'Cause I am but alone in the crowd.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
