To wander across seas
To live through stories
Is one of the greatest joys
Man can hope to enjoy
From the vast mountains
To the smallest of islands
Every story untold
Is a wonder to behold
Some may agree with me
Books are the real time machines
For the words inside contain treasure
Nothing else can begin to measure
The feelings range from sorrow to joy
Emotions change from low to high
Sometimes burdened with grief
It gets hard to breathe
When even the morning sunshine
Can create the perfect rhyme
We travel through the chapters
On our way, discovering wonders
The life I live is one
The moments I treasure in millions
Nightmares can haunt the night
Still we wake to see the light
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InkHeart
PoetryA collection of poetry written by yours truly. This is me literally and figuratively bleeding words onto paper (or in this case: my laptop). Not all are depressing though, I'm a person of many feeling, so dive in here, and maybe some will resonate w...
