The rain starts to fall lightly at first then more heavily Blurring your vision still you march on in the mud On toward capturing your goal which is unfortunately for me my heart
Tired
I'm tired of the pain tired of the lies tired of the rain and the sunshine tired of the good tired of the bad makes me so sad tired of the cheatin' and the backstabbin' Now I'm tired of being tired it's time for action
Love
I don't know what it means Is it feelings or words or much deeper things I sit and think about you everyday Hoping time will bring us together someday You don't know how I truly feel about you But since we are friends maybe one day you'll feel this way about me too
Untitled
Sometimes the poet writes lines that go on and on and on and sometimes he writes a line with just one word
The Written Wor(l)d 