Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ponnie fidencia Jul 2014
Sometimes happy,
Sometimes broken,
Sometimes sore,
You can never determine
The feelings inside
With a word or two
Everything can be changed
It speaks a lot
But never utters a word
It's like a quiet little man
Inside another
It's a little puny
But more strong
Without it,
It would be like
The earth with no creator
Dark with no light
Nothing to lead you in the right path
Nothing to act as your
I am a bit rusty but oh well feels good to put it out there... Don't have a title because I don't think I am creative enough to come up with one...

— The End —