Still The Same

Honestly

Honestly,

Truthfully,

The dance is long over.

The music stopped playing,

The movie stopped showing,

It's time to grow up.

Once upon a time,

Maybe things were real.

Once upon a time,

Maybe we really did have time to steal.

But,

Honestly,

Truthfully,

The story is long over.

The song stopped ringing,

The passion stopped burning,

It's time to grow up.

Spinning,

And jumping,

Landing in your arms.

Honestly,

The dance was fun.

Honestly,

I wouldn't take it back.

But,

Truthfully,

There's nothing more to do.

Nothing left to say,

Nothing left to hold onto.

Maybe we could've never given up,

Could've never said enough.

But the dance would've ended,

Sooner or later.

There was nothing to keep it going,

So honestly,

I never wanted the words to come,

I never wanted the words

The end...

                                               -Shadow Star

Well... I've written 50 poems on this book... 50 memories, 50 dreams, 50 stories, 50 sets of words I'll never forget. Every word, every poem I ever made on here, always told a part of me. I have people ask me why I write so much, why I always have a notebook with me, and my same silver pencil, and all I tell them is that they need to read what I write to figure that out.. And if they can't understand where I come from in my writing, Then they'll never know the real me. I don't write to write. I don't write for votes, or reads, or attention at that. I write to express. To say all I can't say aloud. So I don't care who reads this, or if I get a million reads on this. It would be nice, but it's not my intentions. I simply write to express, and there's nothing else to say...

By The Way.. This is not the end of Still The Same.