No Name Lane
My thoughts cry to the rhythm of the rain
My heart sings to the forgiveness of the man
Yet I faught to teach my self tbe value of worth
But I can recognize it because of some pain
So my lie has a name
which is unforgiving
I cant manage the principle to be true
So i indulge in the essence of lies
now truth is disguised
and well a lie...
remains alive
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Join free Log inAlekia Abeni
I really enjoyed this piece. Please keep writing.
Read Alekia Abeni's poemsG.Moore
Line one. "My thoughts cry to the rhythm of the rain." I remember in one of my creative writing courses back in the day, doc would tell me that line one was most important because it'll draw the audience or run them away. Hella dope!
Read G.Moore's poemsasheena
Thanks...for the writers touch...I push power into a thought, I switch tempos so much to show that power is always in the begining....and even in the end...Cheers to the arts G!
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