Who Knew?

  Who knew, Will cry like this, That one day our memories, We will have to kiss, Who knew, We would be a family We will laugh on reasons, Which are dumb and silly, Who knew, Two years make such a difference, You begin to look, From a wider lens, Who knew, We will hug...

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Finally

And finally, Only memories last, Whatever remained, Is just the past, All glory, And every grandeur, Evey rich, Has now become poor, Whatever you did, And people you hurt, All your achievements, Are now dirt, And that's why I say, That be down to the earth, Because people will remember, Only your worth, I repeat...

Souls

Most pure souls Are dark inside But you never see That another side It is a hidden place With many scars There are stories Of unseen past In that place Are hidden tears In that place Are never ending fears Those terrible fears Have destroyed Those fears Kept a void Those tears Dimmed happy lights...

Writing

As darkness fells And wind blows When writing out My stories flow They are wishes They are wonder And sometimes They are thunder Writing isn't love Writing isn't fame It is only about playing Worldly games ~mw    

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton I know it is not easy to be who you want to be. People, society and various other factors contribute in not letting you be what you want to. But poetry and prose are those bars behind which...