Sep 2018
I am fleeting when I think of you, I know when you are here everything straightens into a formatted line.
You came into my life when I didn't expect it, you hit me with your words and formats like an emotional brick.
I tried giving you up,
releasing you from my mind
but you came back everytime.
You can seem cumbersome at times
but you grew on me
you became comfortable to me.
You taught me how to communicate
and how to express myself,
you taught me honesty and form.
You are poetry and a gift from the heavenly Father. I am thankful you were given to me.
© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
You came into my life when I didn't expect it, you hit me with your words and formats like an emotional brick.
I tried giving you up,
releasing you from my mind
but you came back everytime.
You can seem cumbersome at times
but you grew on me
you became comfortable to me.
You taught me how to communicate
and how to express myself,
you taught me honesty and form.
You are poetry and a gift from the heavenly Father. I am thankful you were given to me.
© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
I started writing poetry at the age of seven. It hit me after I heard the church singing. I was almost seven years old. My first poem was Mother Nature. I rewrote the poem once but this is the original.
Mother Nature
Mother Nature sighs as she opens her eyes behind the blue skies, she slowly opens her hands to reveal the moon. All while she keeps the planets in tune.
© By Amanda Shelton
Mother Nature
Mother Nature sighs as she opens her eyes behind the blue skies, she slowly opens her hands to reveal the moon. All while she keeps the planets in tune.
© By Amanda Shelton
(37/F/Bakersfield California)
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