Words
Words are sometimes hard to reach
When one begins to preach
About what one believes
And who will leave
Or what one sees on sunny days
Or at night in many ways
Words are sometimes hard to find
When one begins to speak one's mind
About the truth not lies
And how time flies
And many other things that are on the brink
Of falling off one's tongue or hard to think (about)
When one begins to preach
About what one believes
And who will leave
Or what one sees on sunny days
Or at night in many ways
Words are sometimes hard to find
When one begins to speak one's mind
About the truth not lies
And how time flies
And many other things that are on the brink
Of falling off one's tongue or hard to think (about)
Allyson -
ReplyDeleteI just finished reading your poems of the past few days - so beautiful! I can tell you enjoy writing. It is such a great feeling when an idea comes for writing and you sit down and something beautiful happens.
I love you!
Grandma
Thank you Grandma! I love you too!
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