I Write Poetry
Thoughts are like a ball of string...
unravell in to anything,
multicolour, black to white,
evil to almighty bright
I slowly wipe away a tear ,
dark thread follows, oh so clear... this tangled web don't seem so nice to me.
Shiver slightly, feel a chill,
life outside looks bleak and still.
Wonder if the sun is guna shine for me today....
Why should you,
have to go through what I do?
My pain intertwines with yours,
tangled web is getting worse!
Why cant I paint my colours,
just for you?
For you Id take on anything...
Id take my thoughts out for a spin,
The northern lights would glisten as we brushed past them in awe.
Maybe the wisps of reflection could unwind our ball just a little?
You didnt ask to tie to me, to be wrapped tight and see what I see.
But our little ball of string will catch the breeze and follow the rainbow one day... so hold tight!
unravell in to anything,
multicolour, black to white,
evil to almighty bright
I slowly wipe away a tear ,
dark thread follows, oh so clear... this tangled web don't seem so nice to me.
Shiver slightly, feel a chill,
life outside looks bleak and still.
Wonder if the sun is guna shine for me today....
Why should you,
have to go through what I do?
My pain intertwines with yours,
tangled web is getting worse!
Why cant I paint my colours,
just for you?
For you Id take on anything...
Id take my thoughts out for a spin,
The northern lights would glisten as we brushed past them in awe.
Maybe the wisps of reflection could unwind our ball just a little?
You didnt ask to tie to me, to be wrapped tight and see what I see.
But our little ball of string will catch the breeze and follow the rainbow one day... so hold tight!