I don't know why I wrote this poem. Hopefully you all will like it. I wrote this in my scribble notebook last November 27, 2007 and I labeled it trash number two. haha here it goes:
Words are the most difficult things
my mind could conjure.
Words are by the strangest things
my mouth could utter.
Words...
I know I am a thinker, yet I fail
to put my thoughts to form words.
I am also very sensitive with my feelings
still I fail to express my feelings with words.
Somehow they are evading me as I think
of the things my mind wants to say.
I am writing here having no idea
of what to tell you to show what I feel.
Words...
Give me something to make these
crazy feelings inside come to life.
Give me the right words that would best
describe the contents of this full heart.
Words...
Will you ever be of help to me?
You keep slipping away like a jelly
that I am trying to get hold of
Please enlighten me.
Words...
I can only seem to think of one
from the very start of this little composition.
The reason for composing such started
when I thought of you.
And as this is about to end,
the only thing I am certain of is
You are all I think about.
I try to maintain an attitude of a little child. I try to see the best in people even if others think it is not there..
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