Poetry

Not a single day goes by that i wish i did more 
You can always feel when something is going to happen 
I don't just write down poetry i write down my heart,soul to
People say your not a poet you just like to write thats all

I cant explain it to you in words but i can write it down 
You only notice me when i get to being famous 
I'm not famous i'm a proud poet that loves what i do
I'm young but when i get older i'm still going to be young 

I cant make this promise to u but a deal will do 
You came into my life wondering if i would start over 
No i wont star over but i will tag along with you 
No future is determined for me but i hope for it soon 

I cry only to show that my words are my tears 
You always forget me but never will you forget my words 
You held my hands but inside wish it was my heart 
I love what i do and will until i move on 

Tell me why you whisper when i can hear what you say
Tell me why you sit alone quietly and write to yourself 
Draw me a picture with only your words and nothing more 
Read me a book to help me remember why i wrote this
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Kendrick Avatar
January 23, 2011 at 7:05 AM
The poet writes of what they know...It is expressed in such a way to get peoples' attention..Excellent way of expressing that idea..Your presence at my work brought me a ray of sunshine..Sara
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January 17, 2011 at 9:04 AM
wow! Tiffany, like me not a day goes by,, that i wish i did more,, sadly,,, i write it all down on paper.. been doing it since I was 12... i wish i said and did more when everyone else was.. enjoyed whatever was the reason that made you write this,,.p.d.
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