BreezeA Poem by messydaisy
I don't believe
That I am so, A person stretched between Who she is (and) Who is she? And tell me (please) What you think I am. I pray you're wrong. I hope I'm right. I wonder if you'd bless me, Carry me up shining hills. (Tell me who I am) © 2010 messydaisy |
Stats
104 Views
Added on January 18, 2010 Last Updated on January 18, 2010 Author
messydaisyAkron, OHAboutI like words and putting them together to make pretty sentences. I think music is the best use of poetry and if I had any talent I wouldn't be in college, but I'd be making music for the masses. Or, j.. more..Writing
|
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Subscribe
Flag Writing