Poetry is
life...
passion....
which spills
and explodes
and spews forth...
it can get really messy
imagine the mess inside
when for
years
and years
and years
it doesn't get expressed
and when it
finally
does
you have to look
high
and low
for someone
to
receive it
you see the glazed over eyes
as you speak
your
words
your heart breaks
seeking for
that
knowing
kindred
spirit
and when you find
that
one....
how
fortunate
you
are
!!!!!!
cj
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
Poetry is
life...
passion....
which spills
and explodes
and spews forth...
it can get really messy
imagine the mess inside
when for
years
and years
and years
it doesn't get expressed
and when it
finally
does
you have to look
high
and low
for someone
to
receive it
you see the glazed over eyes
as you speak
your
words
your heart breaks
seeking for
that
knowing
kindred
spirit
and when you find
that
one....
how
fortunate
you
are
!!!!!!
cj
How often in life we carry things inside us because we have no place to give them....
