Poems from Golden Apple
Dear Pain,
Believe it or not,
You make me feel alive.
Pain, I implore you to come.
I need you!
For too long I have tried to hide,
But...
Just because I am good at sports
Doesn't mean that I don't work hard
Doesn't mean that I am conceited
Doesn't mean that I take things for...
My soul, now revived.My spirit, rejuvenated. I could now reach for the sky, Without having to cry.The pain, now gone;The lesson, learned....
Those eyes, all they
carried were lies.
That pain, it felt like
More a loss than a gain;
A huge loss
That came with a cost.
Who was I?...
Believe it or not,
You make me feel alive.
Pain, I implore you to come.
I need you!
For too long I have tried to hide,
But now I must...