not sorrow but .......
If not with me then,
she goes at will not knowing,
will this be my last meal.
Find not sorrow in dought,
but if sorrow comes dought it,
do not forget all that help,
yet try to forget thoes who hurt,
If it is you that is mad at me,
find not the courage to set that anger free,
I wish for it only for it to be you and me,
hopefully my destany,
but yet,
I think,
just why,
if it is the way that the sky has said,
I just can not here it,
if you see me and I see you for who we realy are,
can it not be that we are just way to far apart,
for I am not a poet,
there for you not to be my bride,
because it is the was to be,
frankly........ all the time.
I am milking the emotions I have and getting better work
just trying to see if this will have an effect on me.
Not supposed to be a rhyme it just was.