I have a poem I wanted to share with you guys. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it. This poem is dedicated to my boyfriend Jeffrey Skeete who always believed in me even when I stop believing in myself.
My Life
A story about me can it be?
I write my words so vivid can you see?
My life is an unending tunnel.
With the scatter pieces of my soul
Lying on the ground waiting for me to pick up.
But I can’t pick up.
For there is a door with a mirror on it.
It’s lock.
It only will open when I
Reveal the true me.
The me that lay bury in my soul.
They say “the eye is the window to our soul.”
Look at my baby blues.
It twinkles with pain from winters pass.
Back then days were cold and lonely.
I was yearning to be touched by love.
I reached out and grab the knob.
It opens.
My boyfriend of 3 years stood there.
Filled with light and a great big smile.
My Life
A story about me can it be?
I write my words so vivid can you see?
My life is an unending tunnel.
With the scatter pieces of my soul
Lying on the ground waiting for me to pick up.
But I can’t pick up.
For there is a door with a mirror on it.
It’s lock.
It only will open when I
Reveal the true me.
The me that lay bury in my soul.
They say “the eye is the window to our soul.”
Look at my baby blues.
It twinkles with pain from winters pass.
Back then days were cold and lonely.
I was yearning to be touched by love.
I reached out and grab the knob.
It opens.
My boyfriend of 3 years stood there.
Filled with light and a great big smile.
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