An empty page for a long wait.
Waiting for what I'm unsure of.
I just hope I haven't returned to late.
To mix the letters I love.
Even if to others it's only a ramble.
My peace of mind to a piece of white.
Like the letters to a game of scrabble.
Finding what best fits words in sight.
May not score the highest.
But words are hidden or made up.
Some people may be bias.
It's your own drink from the cup.
So here I am again to speak.
Speak what's building inside.
All the emotions will tend to leak.
My life, my own ride.
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all the emotions will tend to leak... llove it... love you!
ReplyDeletemy life and my own ride.... perfect.. beautiful poem!!
ReplyDeletei love this one its absolutely amazing! im tellin u u should get a book strted!!
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