Be your own hope.
And find the one that makes it stronger.
Be your own love.
And find the one that makes it romantic.
Be your own light.
And find the one that makes it brighter.
Be your own inspiration.
And find the one that makes it into art.
Be your own determination.
And find the one that makes it happen.

Be your own fight.
And be your own victory.

The poet sits in lamplit gloom
alone in ebb and flow
how strange it seems to write of love
but never feel it's glow

A sigh, a lie, a broken heart,
a kiss on untouched skin
yet still this writers heart it sits
uncharted deep within.

The poet sits in lamplit gloom
and stares at paper bare,
then puts to it her broken heart
and leaves it bleeding there.

When you're down and feeling blue,
Turn to him and he will see you through
Trust in the Lord and you will see,
His great power will strengthen thee
There's no greater love then from above,
He will hold you and show such love
With his great touch and tender care,
Turn to him if you dare
When you feel like noone's here,
Always remember that he is near
He watches from the clouds above,
So talk to him that's what he loves
When you're down and feel so broken,
Remember he is beside you for you're his token
This life will pass and you shall part,
But with him you'll return as from the start

I want to treat u like a king *** ur my knight in shinning armor~

I want us to get our happily ever after!!!!

I was typing a poem but I lost it halfway.
Was typing from my phone so in error I press cancel.
I cant find it again, oh its all gone away.
Guess now I see my need of a pad and a pencil.

I was typing a poem; cant recall the first line.
The verses were three but now I cant see a sign
Of one line of text on my mobile phone screen,
If I didn't know better I would say someone wiped it clean.

I was typing a poem, wait let me recall;
Was it about daisies and roses?... No, not at all.
If only One wish could be granted me;
I would seek inner eyes to help my deepest memory see.

I was typing a poem I thought you would love.
It was the result of my oversight that made me write the above.
So while I morn my lost here is some heads up.
A pad and a pen is always safe for your write up.

Unexplained movement
That leaves all with lot of questions.
Giving out opinions,
She always feed me corrections.

Trying to copy her moves, manly...
But end up looking like a fool.
Mainly that's her story, I guess it's because she's New...
But after gazing at the Dawn,
She wants me, the fool, to be there
With her eyeing the Moon..

Unnecessary excuses,
Resulted in me not getting layed.
Not that I'm aggressive ,
But I mean, c'mon , it's getting late.
I won't be in here forever,
I'll have to be in class tomorrow at eight.

Offsprings ready to be cheered,
oh Gosh , I've lost it...
Trapped in a jar, trying to open up a lid.
Not even a hug,
All I'm swallowing is a spit.
Almost had a ***** Fit, Cuz...

He got a kiss,
Not on a cheek, but on the lips
It's good to be my friend.
Small, but very smart mind.
I won't finish writing this poem,
ThiS is the end.... ..... For now.

Went to the fridge, opened up
This package moved, for sure.
Lifted it up,
It's not heavy like it was before.
Oh Gosh, there were 5 pieces,
Now they are four.

Looked up in the Bathroom,
What can I Do.
He's busy singing and tripping
And I need to take a bath too.

Mixed emotions,
That's what he always presents to me
Neighbors come by,
He tries to be ME.

Lying to them,
That he's always Happy
Therefore I'm the grumpy one,
Treated like trash
I feel like a lost puppy