sho-nuff must be :luvv:
I've thought about it for many years,
and cried so many, many tears
Always hiding under cover,
suddenly "
pain"...became my lover
Me and my "
pain" keep a shield...from the world,
til my hands kept moving, to the shape of a pearl
Well there must be a reason, for this pen in my hand,
to expose of these feelings...the only way I can
I learn that my "
pain", was just poetry in drag...
and that the "poetry" in me...was the best thing I had
It reduced all my pressures, that was pinned up inside...
had it not been for "poetry" ...my poor heart would have died