"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."
Watch the delicate flower Blooming on a Spring day Just to wilt in the Winter Knowing that this stage won't Last forever. The will and power
By Amelia Davis7 years ago in Poets
Do you see that reflection? A girl with scars inside and out. She looks young but so tired and weakened, Left to hide underneath the long hair
Bouquets of white roses Amazing Grace on the bagpipes Stain glass windows surrounding Over two hundred souls gathered Celebrating the life of my father
Life leaves us with marks. Physical wounds, Emotional despair, Some restorable, Some leaving scars. . Drastic changes
For all the agony My mind has encountered, Keeping me a captive slave Of depression. . For all the misfortunes I've endured, with serenity
As if our entire journey Was obliterated, to you An era gone to waste. Memories displayed, tagged With yard sale prices.