My poetry is broken
No words spoken
I want to write
I'll keep on hoping
Need some inspiration
To peak my imagination
I want to be real no imitation
Emotions I'm taking
Constantly remaking
Mix it all up time for baking
Tasty and yummy for the mental tummy
As a fool I'm true..mama didn't raise a dummy
I usually can go all night till my pen starts smoking
Hang a sign in my mind "My Poetry is Broken."

This photo, I see an angel

Her eyes glowing. Blue and pure like stars in the night sky

The long golden locks calling to me. My fingers wanting to move through

Skin, so soft and smooth and fair as fresh snow. So clean and inviting

Glowing cheeks as she smiles, a smile that could light up my heart at its darkest

You hold a rose in your lips, its petals red and beautiful. Pale in comparison to the the draw of your lips them selves

You are beautiful

and magical

But the most special thing about this angel is all the little things
that a photo can't show

her heart

and soul

You are beautiful inside and out.
Even if you can't see it.