Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I didn't want to become a writer,

 But my life taught me to

 Write about my feelings on paper.
  My heart mixed the red words of love,

A mouth without truth

Is a mouth that wastes words.
  I didn't want to turn the lyrics into songs,

 But there are a few who want to hear

 What others don't have the courage to speak: 

"I am sorry! I love you! I am here."
I didn't want people to know me, 

I don't like greetings from strangers.

The ones I already know... always forget me.
  I didn't want to go through

 What I went through, 

But my life forced me to learn 

In my old age what I didn't know

 From my youth.