I have always been the perfectionist type.....if i can't do something right (or what i think is right) then I won't do it at all....And with that said, I could and still cannot bring myself to write good poetry unless I am in a melancholy state of mind. Weird, but true....So...It has been an eternity since I've written anything, but thought I would go ahead and post a couple of poems that I wrote that I have always secretly been very proud of.
Dreams
Emotions run free
Floating on promises
Dying strength
Fast asleep
Butterflies soar
Flaming hearts
NO turning back
Eyes dancing
Black roses killing me
Hands are tied
Flickering soul
Reality shimmers, growing wings
Emotions run free
Soaring on dreams
Pictures of the future
Melting rapidly
Pink lace clouds
Dazzling stars
Delectable night
Roaring silence
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