My emotions are like an unsolved puzzle, It requires a key or massage to be pried open, A rhythm or rhyme, a key of not just any kind, A code of any source, even a color of any coat, I have a puzzle that can not be defined, ever inch of society bring it harder to combined, to release this puzzle you have to truly see, The darkness of society in you and me,Ever step you take bring you closer, To solving a dark secret that has never been broken,an unlimited secret that requires only one thing to see, It’s called bravery in you and me, Every puzzle in me is very unique, Every book you read is a new chapter of me, Never let my emotions bring you into judging me, Because every unsolved puzzle is a chapter no one received from me.
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Stephanic Kirk
My favorite hobby is to write poetry, I been writing poetry every seen I was 16 years old, I hope you guys enjoy it.
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Emotions
My feelings for you, continue to rise, I don’t know how to continue to hide them, everytime I talk or see you, I get a bunch of emotions that gets greater when I am near you, you make me so happy it’s like I am in a movie, where everything else doesn’t matter except the person in front of me, your so smart and hardworking, now I understand why my heart has been filled with a bunch of emotions, lately my heart has just been broken, it’s slowly repairing everytime we talk, a simple good morning is all it took, your so funny and Loveling nobody can compare, a joy full of emotion is everywhere, I have to say I like you, I like you a lot, but I hope one day we become more into each other, so that I could never leave your arms.
By Stephanic Kirk4 years ago in Poets
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