I Don'T Know
love to sit and write
not a poem
not a song
just for fun,
words that ease
words that comfort
words I just want to let out
when I'm sad, mad or just for fun,
not a poet nor a writer
just liked pen to paper
now... a write on the net
to you to others for any one to read,
you see this is my mask
these are my thoughts
you see letters not who I am
to you just foolish stuff to read,
here others fill the same
here we only know each other by name
out there on pavment we do not see
it's just other people like you and me
but no one says the tears that flow
the smell of a red rose nor in her arms love grows
there mask tell of another story and sheilds who is inside
hides the pain, the love, hides for we fear they'll laugh at you and me
so here I sit, I read, I comment, and fingers to a key board I write
to no one really just to let others know we are not alone
that we all fill, we all cry, love dies and the pain subsides
and when I am done I hope it helps I hope another...knows
not a preacher nor a saint just someone who wants to let it go
someone looking for better way and here I know there are others like me
who just want to be listend to, heard, who just want to know the not alone
and this is why in the box that reads form...I write I do not know.
Copyright © Michael Romero | Year Posted 2009
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