Not Art
Roaming, searching
For the right words in my heart.
Keep trying, But,
They wont turn into art.
Scrambled up,
Searching for answers,
But nothing comes out right.
Hopping that i will see the light.
My thoughts pace,
But my heart doesn't race.
Still have yet to find those words
But i guess they still fly,
Just like birds.
Copyright © Hope Ballard | Year Posted 2010
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