Wise AgainA Poem by Brenda AliciaThey say I'm always sad..They say I'm never happy That I write with strife. I say to them, on you go For this is my life. I know what I feel. And it may be too blue. But how else will I let go of the bad things that I hold onto. Trust me, I smile! But those things don't need to be noted. Because it would be a shame to store them in a poem. You see, those times you must share! Share them with those empty stares. Remind them of the light. Remind them the beauty they have inside. I am happy and I know this to be true- Look, I just shared it with you.
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3 Reviews Added on March 29, 2017 Last Updated on March 29, 2017 AuthorBrenda AliciaNJAbout25|USA|FEMALE Writing is one of the oldest art forms known to man Words convey our affirmations, confirmations and allegations Some are driven from our soul Whilst others derive from another foun.. more..Writing
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