What do you want?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
What do I want?
A Modern Truth
A girl I once knew of beauties born,
But poison was she, and full of scorn.
The heart was right and depth within
But shallowness was all that shone.
To read a poem bares their soul,
O' love, o' hatred, o'death, o' thought,
It's within the words in which we are taught,
In these readings I become nigh owl.
Soul To Take
Not friends have I, that I can bare my soul
Yet in these words I can allow
Why? Why don't I have people to confide?
I used to, perhaps it's my pride.
The undulations of life find me sitting here,
Like hills in the peaks, rolling on until the end.
For now I'm alone, sad and full of un-cheer,
But, a light, my thoughts offer to lend
What life giveth, can be taken away
Only a strong will can sometimes make stay.
The pleasures you work so hard to acquire,
The good times you have to admire