I touched her arm,
I dried her tears,
But it was never enough.
I took his pain,
I cried his tears,
But I am too rough.
(Around the edges)
I spun in circles,
Round, round, round, I was her slave,
But I tripped over my own feet.
I sang his sorrows,
'Til my voice gave out,
But I missed a single beat.
(Then slipped over the ledges)
You see, I'm tough,
But not strong enough.
You see I try, I spread my sail,
But soonafter the wind gave out, I always fail.
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Thoughts as Poetry
PoetryThis collection of my poems expresses my emotions-loneliness, pain, joy. They also tell stories-regret, conquering ignorance, what one will become. They are my fleeting thoughts, captured in verses. Thoughts as Poetry.