Justhoughts Stories

Consonants and vowels form a sound, Sound and sound to create a word, A combination of both to string a phrase, A phrase so deep no one can comprehend. Phrases to phrases formed in my head, Creating a bubble of thoughts unsaid. Who shall strum the ideas ahead, If not the sleeping world, Dying to see what lies ahead.

This poetry will tell a lot about feelings.

this is only the things I've felt

What I feel when they put me down....