In words, we speak the truth can be bleak.

We use our word's to speak the truth.

We use our word's to speak the lie's we tell and to tell our story's that is written in our Soul's. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

The good in me is strong and pure but the evil Temptations in this world try to ****** me in to being bad.

It is like a siren song trying to pull me in and turn my soul black as Night but I will stay towards the light and on My path and the darkness will not touch me. poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

The writing on the wall is plain to see.

Just look up and see from a New Perspective.

They are the answers to all your questions laid out in front of you.

It is simple as pie all you have to do is try And the world will be yours to conquer. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Sweet Misery My Love Is What You Are.  

You are as sweet as nectar but as poisonous as a Viper.

You are like a deadly drug always getting a sweet high but slowly poisoning your soul and you're so high you don't even realize how truly low you are, You ruin lives with a single kiss because you are nothing but trouble.

Always leaving misery Sweet Misery where you go.

some can even say that you are the devil walking on this Earth causing misery wherever you please. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Freedom as I've been told is a state of mind not a state of being.

But I believe that our minds can be as trapped as our bodies.

Our minds are trapped inside of us a prison of our own making but our bodies are trapped in a room of four walls and a door what is the worst type of prison of all?

A prison where you're physically trapped in a room or your actual mind where there are no doors to let you out? Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Searching but never find the meaning of life.

It's hard to find with the chaos of this world it is like a fog making it almost impossible to see what is right in front of you and what is behind you.

So you never truly know what directions to go or are you just moving around in circles. Poem Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Broken Wings cannot fly.

Being broken will not define you.

The moment you have healed you realize you were stronger than you ever were before and you can now soar to new endless Heights Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale