Sunshine

Never wanted to write one,
Or even thought about telling someone,
But it has left me with a feeling inside,
That could be harmful to hide,
Talking about it only makes it worse,
As does writing every verse,
If it isn't out there for all to see
Is it real, even for me?
Thoughts cooped up are hurtful,
Only actions can be fruitful.
It's not love. Or at least I don't think so,
But then again what would I know.

Reviews

[Aries Mitchell]

Your poem was really good! You seem to have a natural talent for writing.