I am a poem written by a wounded soul.
A piece of art that is sometimes appreciated.
Most people read me and told my author how brilliant I was made.
Oh if you only knew what my author have been through to create me.
You told my author that I am a masterpiece.
But the truth is I am made out of feelings And thoughts left unsaid.
If you didn't know the know the story of a poem like me.
Then let me tell you.
I was once feelings unsaid scribbled in a piece of paper.
Questions that are left unanswered.
With a mixture of creativity and passion.
Those feelings and questions were put together; And I was made.
Each lines I contain was a piece of a broken heart.
Each words I have was a piece of her happiness if I were to make you happy.
A piece of her nostalgia if I were to make you feel nostalgic.
And sometimes I am made out of her intense sadness and you will surely feel it if you read me and feel melancholy.
I am deep thoughts and feelings written in a piece of paper.
Broken parts that was put into words.
And eventually turns out to be a masterpiece.
Carrying all the good and bad memories starting the day I was made.
And in the end as a poem, I will be buried in pages.
Alone, carrying the past memories and heartbreak of my creator.
But if that day would come; As a poem I would be grateful.
For I am made with pieces of my creators memory.
And so I know I will always be remembered.