Endless Words, Endless Opportunities, Forever Poetry

If you want to know my mind then read mt writing But to understand my writing you'll have to look at my heart To find my heart, you'll need to be transparent with my soul Baby if you wanna get to my soul then you better be ready to soar

We come into this world innocent and pure We come into this world a creation of the Lord We come into this world knowing nothing Nothing of hate Nothing \of trial We come into this world knowing only of love We leave this world tainted by sin Tainted by temptation Tainted by greed Yet we leave this world still a creation of the Lord, sons and daughters of the king We leave this world still loved as ever before

I'll love you with all my heart darling. I'll love you till all love is gone I'll love you with the last breath in my lungs. I'll love you till our days are done My baby. My darling. My love. Let me love you with all that I've got.

Do you ever just look out at the world and wonder? Wonder, what am I doing here? Wonder, why am I going through this? Wonder, why people do the things they do? Wonder, how hearts break and how they heal? Wonder, why we feel the things we do? Wonder, why some live and some die? Wonder, where is the beauty in all of the hate? Wonder, why God let it be this way? Wonder, is there a way out? We all wonder. Life is wonder. Wonder is the reason why. Wonder, wonder why, wonder what, wonder who. Wonder all you wish. Question all you know, it only leads to growth. Wonder is existence but wonder is also the reason to follow the light. Wonder is the reason we strive to do whats right. Despite the bad, just wonder. Wonder, and you'll be right.

You look at me with pure assumption...Odd, we've never met You analyze me from afar without a slight attempt to come near You don't stop here No, you simply can't let go You say words that should be meaningless since they hold no truth Yet the words you speak are like daggers to my mind It baffles me your cruelty towards someone you don't know It scares me that lies can hold so much power over a person, over their life You don't know me, I don't know you So knowing this... why is it the world decides to believe your "truths"??

The breeze moves my body as music moves the soul Slow, yet with purpose Tender, yet stern As if a message must be given with such precision that it not only move the body Not only touch the soul No, It must transform the being