Poetry Day 2

Ohmygod, I know I said I would day 'Poetry of the Day' but woah I thought I had posted my first instalment of the series yesterday and not on Monday therefore I apologise and shall post two poems today. One, which I wrote myself and the other just a favourite. 

You warned me we're all made of glass, that our lives are far too thing,
So why did I not believe you, 'Til it was your shards in my skin,
Now these scars upon my fingers, run the wilted roses,
From the first time that we met, And I don't know why I told you,
I was good at letting go, for all I do now's watch dead flowers.
And pray somehow they will grow

E.H

Have you seen it?
Have you felt it?
Have you held it?
So how is it that it is alive- that it is real.
That your mind did not create it? How? How.

It is through hope. Through peace of oneself and wholeheartedly falling.

Falling

For him, for her, for him. Him. Alot like love the inability to describe it; yet a feeling so heavy it can only penetrate the mind. Yearning for it. Reaching, living, BREATHING... Placing all your hope in them. Obtaining peace within yourself so that you may fall. Fall wholeheartedly. Falling, into them. All of them.

L.N

So the first poem is by E.H and second, my own personal take on writing. 

Hope you enjoy them both!

As always, peace & love 

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