Hello poetry has talent Countless poets write share and allow repost Three were faithful followers to mine art through time Only one broke my wall one danced me on the floor of his art he loves my craft.
I call that brave poet dancing with his two Z's My Kizombo Bachata He's the one with elastic passionate moves. Our innercore for love is like rubber bands, we bend flex and break if love pulls on us too hard.
We found the perfect theme songs we share two now With poets who know our ink our craft is similar to theirs, called love. ~~~~ By Karijinbbba.
Everyone says there are three doors Each one worst than the other But what if there are more than three doors? Like 5? 6? 1000? Hell, maybe there are infinity doors. I'm not sure which one should I pick? Maybe I should pick that one
Once again you tell me nothing is wrong but I have known you for too long to see it. And with that little lie, things start to break. So once again I try to see what is wrong, but you are still a closed door in my face and with everything that is going wrong I can not take one more thing on my plate. This being the last drop to overflow my life. Now I find myself deep in a bottle of wine. Just trying to drink my problems away but it won't help since I'm stuck in place. Unable to move.