Crystal Snow

HOW R YALL DOING????

Yoo guyssss how are y'all long time since i have uploaded a poem (sorry for that) well right now i am working with @shykillerj7 and writing a novel. I would be really glad if y'all support us✌ and read the novel (its an ongoing one) and follow us✌

Greetings to the most amazing upcoming poet I know. How are you doing?

Hurt and pain
          There's much to gain
          Peace and love
          It's all the same
          Confusion and doubt 
          We're not without 
          We weep, we cry
          We plead, we try 
          We laugh, we smile 
          Only to be hurt 
          By one last trial
          Life is a lesson 
          so learn it well 
          Maybe, one day 
          You can tell its tale

Numb
          
          I wish you leave me 
          Because i don't know how to feel
          Am i suppose to feel guilty to ever find you?
          Or am i suppose to feel sad for going away from you?
          What is that you want from me?
          I just don't have enough to know, what to feel or what to give.
          Because at this point i feel numb.
          But you- why don't you let me go- 
          JUST WHY-
          
          

Thx for the follow and vote. I am not very active on WP for the time being (busy attempting to write a novel), but I wish you the best of luck on your writing journey 

Thanks for the follow. 
          Have a nice day/night ahead. 

                       -THIS-
          
                      When did we change,
               From throwing paper planes, 
                 And driving wooden trains,
                                To this.
          
                      And when did we grow,
                     From angels in the snow,
                 Lots of things we didn't know,
                               To this.
          
                   Can you put your finger on the day,
                   When we never again play,
                 Our childhood wasted away,
                              To this.
          
                  And when did we get taller, 
                 Our dreams get smaller,
              So now the only thing left in life,
                              Is This. 

                   Scars 
          If i am not my scrs 
          Then what am i?
          
          I am not a poet 
          Or a writer 
          Or a painter 
          
          I am not a saint 
          Nor a sinner
          
          I am not a person 
          I want to be 
          
          I am a word on a page 
          I am a weight on a scale
          I am a face in the mirror 
          
          I am a thoughtful mind
          Which hurts 
          
          While living my life
          I don't want to live- 
          

I Lost A Piece Of Mystery 
          But Found Another.....
          I Think This May Be 
               -METAMORPHOSIS-