Poems from Shy-Shi
If love was a subject, IIf love was a subject,
I'd fail every test.
I'd fail the whole class
With a big freaking 'F'.
I'm so confused,...
My anger is like a bomb. It takes time to detonate.
Alot of built up suspense...
I'll be mad on Monday, but won't blow up until Thursday....
My own beauty,
is not in my strut.
Nor my eyes,
My nose,
Or even my butt.
But it is inside
Of my beautiful soul,
My heart,
My mind,
The...
Poetry isn't just words on a page;
It is a passion.
Poetry is an outlet.
You can pour your soul into poetry.
You can share your memories,...
There's a break in my castle,
A breach in my world,
An intruder nearby,
And my walls crumble down.
There they are,
Stealing all my worth....