Poetry.
Fragments of the mind,
only words in a line?
Expressing emotion,
or just misplaced devotion?
They're one of a kind,
but are they mine?
Do they have to rhyme?
Will they stand the test of time?
Does it show love
or fear?
Does it make you feel happy?
or just a bit sappy?
Can it take the shape of a dove?
Or is it more like a bear?
In this world I may hide,
But the words are mine to decide.
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Black and White.
Black is white and white is black.
Everything I say can be taken in many ways,
but the way it is written
is the way you should take it
because these words come from the heart.
A heart that has seen
childhood hopes and dreams
shattered by love's first broken heart.
If you have ever suffered
from a broken heart
you will understand the "things"
I write and to those lucky few
that have not gone through the pain
. . .
Take my words as I have written them
and remember them
when you have your first broken heart,
so that you will know that you are not alone
and everyone has to go through the pain
at least once during a life time. |