how is it
Love happens to those who least expect it, an sometimes it can be very cruel, i have found out that love isn't always what it seems to be, but more of what you can make of it, for it you try to hard love will stab you right back, an even bite if your not careful, for love has many faces an many likes as dislikes,watch who you fall for before you jump there might not be a net to catch you, an don't leap from a moving vehicle unless you are brain dead, then do all the leaping you want, for love has no glory if you never get to keep it
Author:Louis Mowry
feeling alone
I went to a church picnic got up to do a dance, but no-one was around that understood what I was about, so I danced by myself by taking a walk in the outdoor's, looking at what God has given unto us, not many understand or care about God's gift's to all who ask, I walked around looking an smelling all the flowers, as I did I was able to take in the fragrance of the land, the beautiful colors, I looked at the blue sky to see what I could see, I prayed as I walked alone for nobody wanted to be by my side except the Lord who kept quiet an listened to my pleas, I never got an answer for I'm to much of a sinner, I even prayed the rosiery to see if someone would noticed, but I found I was all alone except for the Lord who stayed by me not saying a word, I like the people I was with but for some reason I just didn't feel like I belonged, it makes me feel like a loner in a world of many colors, I tried to get close to some of the people but it just didn't seem to work, I don't know why or where I belong,. I just felt lonely inside even being around everybody that doesn't make much sense to me, to be with people but not feel their company, like I lost my senses, am I lost in this world we live in, "I didn't take any of my poems with me, an when I mentioned that I write poetry nobody seemed to care or wanted to know what kind of poetry it was that I wrote,"so I stand alone with only the Lord by my side, when I'm on the internet other appreciate what I write, so what is wrong with this picture i paint for others to read, for they say a picture has a thousands words to tell, am I really this much different than others around me that they don't see the inside of me, for my beauty is on the inside, an the only way I can bring it out is through my poems that I write.
Author: Louis Mowry
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