My words have been another's words, my life's experience, has been another's life as well. The reasons I think of my self different, are the reason's that I'm the same.

Could you not find the word's to express yourself. Then may your heart flutter when you read mine. As you can finally see the feeling's that were locked in your heart expressed. Do not fret that it was another's words. Instead I hope you feel the connection between you and I.

I come here

every night

want to write

micropoetry

just one

but most nights

and tonight

nothing stirs

Last night

A misty dream

I can’t believe

That was real

Or was it?

rain falls

heavy on the shoulders

gotta pick them up

before somebody sees

Ring, its a call

someone tryin to get ahold of

not gonna pick it up

sorry, for the beep