So very often I fade deep
In my thoughts and get lost in a daze,
I get so deep in my emotions,
I feel like floating on top of a wave.
I can hear my pen creating
Deep poetic tunes as I write on
this page.
Sharing my poetic gifts God gave,
Before my coffin is made.
These Poetic tunes.

I swear every day I face a new challenge,
The devil and his tactics try throwing me off my balance.

Poetry is for the heart,
And music is for the Soul.

Sometimes I feel like my wings have let me go.

The boy of my dreams is like a danger to my health.

Monday mornings,
Tuesday evenings,
Wednesday afternoons,
Saturday nights,
And
Sunday mornings,
Is when I think of you.







But Friday is when I'm with him.

Dust we're born.
Ashes we die.

I seen the sun whispering to the moon.

This life can be given and it can be taken.

That's when I knew I was simple.