Poems from justaddane
How often do you say that you like yourself?
That the person staring back at you
Is the person you wanna be?
Have you ever said it?
Do you...
Don’t you know that you are mine?
Has God not told you yet?
He wrapped our souls in endless vines
So love, forgive and then forget
Let’s...
I lie in the grass
in the countryside alone,
stretching out my arms beneath the sky.
Although in life the underlying things seem of ...
That pen is a pick
A shovel
A trowel
Picking away at the dirt.
The dirt that covers
That tomb of emotions
Hidden away so long ago.
So...