Life, Love, Pain, and Poetry

I sit back and wonder, how can things be the way that they are. Life.... My heart has told me many different stories, different categories unlabled, a fable of things told to be cold, if spoken. Words are just words written in my poetic form loudly and bold, why do I have so many heart broken stories to be told, to be known. Maybe for the World to understand Whats the goal, to maybe reach reality. Love.... Im just a human being trying to reach my sanity, what type of human being would I be if I was sane? Standing up I'm taking the blame, drying my own eyes, cause Love just stood there not giving me a warning of its charm. Now I've got this feeling from the pits of my stomach. Pain.... Im hoping for hope to help me cope with the dreams that didn't come true Im kind of blue, but blue is so beautiful. So now I'm back where I started I sit back and wonder now, How does Portey tell the secrets of my soul without me knowing, beating me down, silenty. Just to get the point of it all, the tears still fall but I feel so much better, even though I still don’t see things clear, it’s the cheering from my soul pushing me on, and the song from my heart that Love once sung. Pain just reminded me this is all a part of Life. And Life want me to fight to write the truth of my lyrical form of POETRY.