Category: Writers Block
What she feels she doesn't know,
but she thinks she likes it, though;
visions dance inside her mind
as she sleeps in bed at night.
What she feels she can't explain;
there aren't enough words in her brain,
and her emotions she must strain,
for she knows not what they may contain.
What she feels she can't escape;
she's haunted by that lovely face,
and as her heart begins to race,
she longs to find that lovely place.
What she feels confuses her;
at night she tosses, and she turns,
and sometimes, her eyes even burn,
for in her mind it always churns.
What she feels will she discern?
She does not know just where to turn.
Will she once again be burned
and buried deep among the ferns?
And again it begins; will she ever learn?!
Wo. That sinds shivers up the spine. Great job!
billiant! you are an emerging talent
great job girl. hugs
wow, mell did you write that?
Yes, I wrote that. Thanks for the comments y'all.
Hey sis great writing. Your friend Tony.