Being Eccentric

I could smile at any instance Joy spreading like butter smoothly and easily from one side to another as I remember the light rays of happiness who’s shadows once graced my face I could cry at any moment tears pouring deep and wide from the everlasting well of heart and soul buried in the dark…

Poets Guilt

Originally posted on The Starting End:
Guilty, Of letting My thoughts Occupy my heart Without giving them The attention That they Craved Guilty, Of chasing Them away without ever Even asking why they were here So I could take pen to paper With hand and Help Guilty, Of missing The feelings that They had tried…