A poem about something or another |
I know now it's time to get going... I feel it inside.. something is growing, blossoming, blooming, something beautiful, something unque, something of which I cannot be discreet Let it fly out like a gust of wind? or Let it slightly trickle slowly from within What If I shared with someone, what I have inside Is there really anyone with whom I can safely confide? My deepest desires, secrets and dreams What im passionate about, what makes me fiend Who could I trust with feeling such as these? Who would really want to see me or believe? I have a gift I'm willing to share, to any and all Who just might care ( yeah like you care) Dont listen to the words Its not my voice you'll hear Just A muffled sound something not quite clear I crave the day, I can open wide up As some would say, like an open book Dont start in the front, turn the page to today Everything before was so ill and so grave Everything has now changed so much I no longer feel so out of luck I lift my head up and look at the sky I no longer scream obscenities, I no longer ask why I have a gift I'm willing to share, to any and all Who just might care ( yeah like you care) Dont listen to the words Its not my voice you'll hear Just A muffled sound something not quite clear |