If i could write a poem,
how would it read...

Would it be about love,
or would it be about hurt...

Would it be about pastures of green
or would it be about fulfilling ur dreams..

Will i write between the lines,
oh how we walk that narrow line...

Can i write about the moon and stars,
or can i write about life afar....

The thing about a poem is,
you can never go wrong...

To find a way,
mind astray....

Like a dark gray cloud,
drifting in the night....

We try to figure out,
whats wrong and whats right...

With stress and burdens,
that hold us tight...

We try to find freedom,
but it seems to be a fight...

So calm ur mind down,
and lose that frown....

Put up that fight,
to make it right...

Take the love in ur heart,
is the first place to start...

A smile on the face,
with happy thoughts...

Now slow ur life down,
and play the part...

Life's limitation,
are only held by one's self...

Hopeless thoughts,
is where it starts.....

Life's emotions,
starts the notion...

Of a life,
we can't have...

Stress and burdens,
responsability and hurting....

Fear of not having,
is a wrong thought...

Drive and devotion,
is the right potion...

So hold your light,
into the night...

With love in your heart,
and control of your mind....

Work out life's problems,
and life will be fine...

As she lies next to me,
holding resentment and spite...

The girl i love,
loves to fight....

Words thrown like daggers,
as she flashes at night....

Hurt is giving,
which is never right...

As she cries from anger,
when i dont care to fight...

We then make love,
which fufills the night...

Secrets as a chlid,
are done for fun...

Yet secrets in life,
can lead one to a gun...

Secrets that one hides,
can only lead to dispise...

Secrets we hold,
as we grow old...

Secrets we feel,
cant always be healed...

Secrets between two,
of love so true...

Secrets about ***,
is always the best...

Secrets that hurt,
come from the dirt...

Yet secrets of two,
are held by me and you...

From the flutter,
of the butterfly's wings...

To the pain,
of the bee's sting....

Things we see....
Things we feel...

The things in life,
are very real...

From the atomic bomb...
To the earth that trembles....

Can end the lives of many,
with new life to plentish....

Nevertheless I am love also a rush
My cheeks flushed and eyes ******

Meet a keepsake on hush
When I big bad wolf Billy goat gruff

Hide ya goat and hide sheep laid-off
The time at hand as sky cabinet on off

Power invested Light switched on an off
Witches Twitches super stitches goof off

Class clown and toughest in the crowd
Rastafarian smoke loud but proud

Follow the crowd a d mean while
Laugh out loud and count cash pile

What's the difference,
between sunshine and rain...

Is it feelings of joy,
or is it feelings of pain...

Like the clouds in the sky,
or the coral in the sea....

Can I find that life,
with you and me....

Is it trials and tribulations,
or is the verdict already taken...

Can god show forgiveness,
or has satan only been faking...