(I wrote this poem years ago when I started a “Poetry Journal”. I recently found this journal and not everything is very good but I still wanted to express it being part of me even from a young age.)
I express Myself through
Music, Dance and Writing...
Don't try to understand my language,
For that would be impossible...
Instead, understand the emotions behind my words and movements,
Learn how to look, listen and feel through these things...
And if you find yourself getting to deep under my skin,
just ask yourself,
"Why, oh, why didn't I take the Blue Pill?"
About the Creator
Ashley Wentz
Irish Gypsy Wife. I write, sing, dance. My family loves different books, shows, movies, video games, and music. We love life and do our best to live it to the fullest every day.
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