If you find a flower that you think is beautiful, what do you do? Pick it up? No, the beautiful flower will die faster than it should. The flower will first die slowly from the inside, she'll hide it and keep it in the best she could until it will be too much to bare. If you leave the flower unattended, eventually someone else will tend to her evry need. She'll then grow stronger and more beautiful. The flower you have left has turned into what you saw in the first place, beautiful. You had left her, you didn't attend to her because you found a flower that you believed was more beautiful but that was your mistake. You left the first one, you
I am like the floor. It may sound stupid, but it is true. The surface of it is like my skin and below the surface is like my inside. A tree grows like feelings. At first it starts off small and grows throughout the passing time. Roots, like feelings, grow in deep. Eventually, feelings get too strong causing the roots to grow and scar the floor's surface. That is when myself comes in, almost like the floor. The roots grew in yoo deep causing myself to harm. Even though the tree is completely gone, there will still be roots, even if they are small and the floor's surface will forever be scarred.
People are like a poems by JeffLover321, literature
Literature
People are like a poems
People are like a poem
by ~JeffLover321, Mar 1, 2013, 8:25:48 PM
Journals / Personal
People are like a poem, hard to figure out
People get frustrated to see what they mean
The answer was real simple and all it took was patience
Desiphing the poem is not the hard part though
The hardest part is seeing the poem's value
To see what it really means
When you read a poem
It's like reading the person you hate
Or underaprreciate
Whenever you have a chance
Take the poem/person by the hand
Look at them and slowly you begin to see
Their true meaning and how
People are like a poem
Violin and Piano
by ~JeffLover321, Mar 3, 2013, 10:17:02 AM
Journals / Personal
Hearing the piano
And its soft lulling sound
Makes you wonder
Who you're around
Its beauty in sound
So sweet, so soft, so
Mellow
And the violin
So invinting, so soft, and again
Oh so mellow
Very entusiastic
Makes you sothe
And combinding the two
Will be no mistake
Hearing their softess of replay
Hearing them combine
Its a beauty to hamonize
You then ponder
About your life
You then will think
And soon realize
Everbody that seems cold,
Mean, and shallow
Have a heart that you
Must discover
Hearing the beauty and soft melody
Of the violin and the
Piano