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.