Mouth that never stops
Dreams that fly to high
Heart that breaks to much
Eyes that always cry
Pencil that doesn’t halt
Words that never lie

A poem is music using only words
A poem is a feeling pushed onto paper
A poem is your dreams written with a pencil
A poem is emotions we feel but dare not express
A poem is a way to share what you would otherwise keep hidden
A poem is the way you love with only a pen and paper
A poem is a story of a moment in your life
A poem is music using only words

Breathe in
You feel the Love
Breathe out
You let go of the hate

Open your eyes
You see trial
Close your eyes
You see opportunity

I love you to pluto and back because the moons to close and the suns to big
I love you to pluto and back because its is out in space
I love you to pluto and back because pluto is forgotten and I want you to know I will never forget you
I love you to pluto and back

We used to laugh and play pretend
Now your laughing at me
You use to listen and hear my voice
You used to understand

Now As I watch you walk away
I wish that I could go back
Go back to yesterday
When we would play til the sun went down
We didnt care that there was darkness all around

Our heart and minds were pure
Now I’m searching for a cure
A cure to bring back what I’ve lost
A cure to bring you back to me
Now your filled with dishonesty
Not just to them but now to me
What happened to who we used to be be
As I watch you walk away
I wish that I could go back
Go back to yesterday
When we would play til the sun went down
We didnt care that there was darkness all around

Now your gone and I stayed behind
Our bond is broken
I used think that it was diamond
o unbreakable
But that dream is gone
Just like you

Now As I watch you walk away
I wish that I could go back
Go back to yesterday
When we would play til the sun went down
We didnt care that there was darkness all around
Oh all around
All around
All I wish
Is that
We could go back
Go back
To yesterday

Rich is the man with one to love
Poor is the man with the golden gloves
Rich is the  one who trust
Poor is the man with gold lust
Rich is the poor
Poor is the rich
Because love is mans greatest gift

Your thoughts are hidden behind articulate words
Words caked with sweetness but filled with venom

Hair done and a made up face captures the attention of many while inside you rot with each word unsaid

Your eyes they say your eyes shine and shimmer with beauty only you know they are lined with tears

They say you are kind and beautiful only you own the knowledge of the ugly truths that lie with n