Author Information
A thought I think I'd more endure
Every fucked up memory you locked away attacks,
problems always poke their holes when gathered into stacks.
Sufferings a choice although it didn't feel that way and pain taught lessons meager words could never find the means to say.
When you cry in all your daydreams you'll find yourself in tears,
know to find the light of hope when darkness feeds your deepest fears.
Dark before the storm we say and make it then our fate, thoughts become reality be sure to make them great.
Beg to god and pray then hope that light will fill our day?
A thought I think I'd more endure is I choose my reality, celestial powers in your mind and I'm immune to gravity.
I enjoyed reading this. Yes,
I enjoyed reading this. Yes, we have to face our emotions and even reveal them in order to sort them out a lot! Hope is a virtue and unfortunately not one everyone even wants. I would not be alive without it, that is for sure.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Imune To Gravity
What an image! Nice ~Lady A~