My Life

my life is is not an easy task...
but one thing that i am is real so i'll never wear a mask...
i know that this feeling is just a grain of sand on the beach of time...
but i have to walk the line because this life is mine....
my tattoos are beautiful but yet scar's of my past....
this is how i let my emotions go so i feel free atlast....
i always said i'd get to the bottom of this even if i had to start at the top...
so i'll milk this till the very last drop...
im going off the top off my head right now....
so i'll end this with a'thanks for reading' cause this is how i get down...

by Joey Habib

Comments (3)

SEE where she sits upon the grassie greene, (O seemely sight!) Yclad in Scarlot, like a mayden Queene, And ermines white: Upon her head a Cremosin coronet With Damaske roses and Daffadillies set: Bay leaves betweene, And primroses greene, Embellish the sweete Violet..... Lovely poem......
Muses trace! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I fell that Spencer is a treasure still waiting to be unearthed, and easily comparerable with verse of that time from further-a-field.