Written SoulWhat are you to do when the page is blank,And all you can do is sit in front of it,Wondering if anything will ever come of,The dull white piece of paper?It's amazing how we can fill a simple,Lone snow-frosted page with words thatNo one will ever truly know or understand.They'll write out their soul and set it free,For the world to see.Seems silly to me.But even here, I write. I write my own,Thoughts and will soon set them on their ownCourse in the cyber world. I could write about how I miss him.I could write about how I hate her, how I need him,How I loathe her, how I love him. I could write about myStruggle, my hope, my pain, my joy.But today I shall write my thoughts about the very manner I am doing right now.Funny, right? Here I write my thoughts.All the things we could do in life and some of usChoose to set the one personal thing we haveIn this world free for the world to see, but they'llNever truly know that writer's soul,As they may think they will.I could
Spring DreamsForget the dreams of a spring fling,Live in the days of a untold romance.See beyond the lies of love,Hold me dearly and don't let go.