Pick my words apart,
I ripped them from heart.
Put them to ink,
don't care what others think.
View me as a blank sheet,
cause I'll stomp your feet.
These words ain't,
knock you down to faint.
I'm not even here,
my words have no fear.
Their origination,
might as well be elimination.
Just words of a nobody,
not really somebody.
I'm so very obscure,
but my heart is pure.
Some pick my words apart,
but I know my heart.
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not really somebody.
I'm so very obscure,
but my heart is pure.
Some pick my words apart,
but I know my heart.
Excellent my friend....cheers...love n luck...I know ure heart is pure and it will be forever pure....BHUWAN!!!!
But I know my heart"
Wise words. Great message, Grady. Love and peace. Regis
Although my mother-in-law and husband spoke Spanish as their 'native' language BOTH insist 'I' (a straight 'A' student in high school and college) don't use correct English! I 'do' bend words in poetry and speech,but 'when I was child' is NOT saying 'I was TWICE a child' as they claim :)!
You have my permission to comb my work with a 'fine tooth comb' :)!
Keep in touch and take care.
:)Sandy
Always leave one thinking..
((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :)
prayers to you too, buddy!
Poetry is the ultimate cure,
For all our ills,
They are better than pills...
Peace, Ed & Rufuz
Love Tinka