Category: Poets Corner

A life of bliss now a pile of ash, The sweetest dream now turned sour, I saw your face in

Love is supposed to bring happiness, Love is supposed to bring joy, Yet love makes us hurt, Over a girl

I love you is what I always say But this is what I can portray So amazing and good And

I am the way, I am the light, I was born to be bright. I am smart, I am a

Love is supposed to bring happiness, Love is supposed to bring joy, Yet love makes us hurt, Over a girl

I loved you with everything I had, And things were good; for a while, But then you started spraying insults,

She may talk garbage But she guided me till this age She can be frustrating May not always be lovey-dovey

I am the way I am the light I was born to be bright. I am smart, I am a

Loving and kind you may be, Though you look sour and bitter, Yet you’re cheerful and caring for that’s the

Procrastination is the thief of time, He plunders while the clocks chime, What he steals no one can regain, Like