So, I learned a long time ago that if I felt something, I simply COULDN"T talk about it. That's when I first picked up my pencil. So now, this is going to be a collections of poetry that has appeared on my notepad through this thing called LIFE. They're feelings that happen to (usually) rhyme.
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if.
the two letters
stuck in the middle of
this crazy thing called
life.
the four letters
that can be amazing
or we can say if
only.
the one word
that amazes everyone
with if only and if
what.
the four letters
that are placed before
if in a sentence asking
why.
the three letters
that are hidden behind
this two letter word called
if.
those two letters
that seem to make
every little thing into a question.
YOU ARE READING
Poured Out on Paper
PoetryCAUTION: This is a collection of my deepest thoughts and feelings. Half of it will NOT make sense to you. Handle with care, because this is my entire heart.... *Poured Out on Paper.*
