Oh how good it is to see,
This little river joining me,
Raging red and flowing fast,
Just like it has in the past.
I close my eyes,
No more lies,
I let the smile grace my lips,
As the cold metal touches my hip.
All my emotions inside,
Are no longer forced to hide,
And as I begin to cry,
All I want is just to die.
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poetry
PoetryPoetry...it comes from inside, not from my mind...it comes from my heart, it's the way I express my emotion...not all of these poems will make sense, not all of the poems will be good, but they'll all hold a part of me...Hope you enjoy.
