Favourite Poems

The poems that speak,
The poems that get to us,
And see us who we are.

Take a look at the collection of poems,
That get your hairs stand up,
on the back of your neck.

I'd like to think it is what it is,
But the whispers in my ear tell me it's more than is seems,

Open your eyes and see what it really is...x

I'm not done, I'm not finished,
There is more in me than you can see.

Glare in the sky, shines so bright,
We see the light yet we don't see the night,

Kick me and pull me ,
Throw me up in the sky so high,

Don't be scared,
It's me whom you've never cared.