I've been writing for years. Not always great... but it means a lot to me
Hear me And the words I need to say Silenced by the things I used to do. See me For what I can achieve The lives I can change by being me
By Joshua Lino-da Costa5 years ago in Poets
I do not know what to say. I’m blank. Nothing. I’m forcing it and I cannot see What it is to write like me. I remember the days I wrote for water
When I was a little lamb You left me here without a plan All on my own. I didn’t know I was not wrong The years seemed harsh and awful long
I heard that not so long ago When time was naught but fun Those moments came in glorious seconds. Until the going down of the sun.
I am not sure what I want to say. The endless pressure of words That stream on day by day, Pressuring the brain to come with something smart;
I remember when I was small My mother would come and get me from school When days had dragged on and on A mothers hug and I'd forget all.
I have someone, older than me No matter how far I run, he watches my dreams. He taught me more Than I know how to be With nothing around he was the one to take the lonely.
I used to be a man who worked all day Who never got some rest. I’d run to where the money was Thinking it for my best.