I've tried to write
So many poems about you
But you're beauty is copyrighted
And I don't believe
In plagiarism

I want to write my own story
But sadly I only hold a poet's pen
Not the pen of destiny

i’m sorry this world
did not welcome you
with open arms

send me a letter
when you get back home

so i know that
you’re safe

As I walk down this winding road
Like a walking toad
The reason I don’t jump
I’m carrying this heavy load
The nights are cold
The road is lonely,
But I will never fold
I live this life alone
They all think I’m whole
I’m broken, I’m falling
Down an endless hole
When will I reach the end
When will I be consoled,
I really don’t know
Though I just move on
Taking this road in my stride
Although it’s really slow
Trying to live life
And just let it all go
Everything’s my foe
From the crawling ant, to the flying crow
So……
This is what I live with daily
So just maybe
You get where I’m coming from
And I just don’t seem crazy
I’m detached from this world
And reality seems a bit hazy
So I put this pen to paper, In an effort…
To save me

I write a poem
It made me thinking of you
The poem i write just end
And this feeling still thinking of you

one day I'll be able to watch the ocean
wipe your name away from the sand
without writing it ever again


© L.F.

Words
Not spoken
Between the lines
When pain builds inside
Indite

I dont have the time,
All the time in the world.
But I still manage to stupid rhyme,
With all these words I've hurled,
Towards you.
In a happy state of mind
Or,
Just trying to find
That place that's safe.