The door is there for the opening
You know we all hold the key
Pour out your thoughts on paper
Your on the road to poetry.

Your words at first may falter
Like a child's very first step
But the more that you keep writing
There will be words you'll never forget.

You know you will never regret this
It's the greatest therapy
And before you really know it
Your a writer of poetry.

There's a poet there in everyone
Thats what a poet said to me
So if you really whant to be one
Then you will master poetry.

Yesterday he ran so  free  
Then he walked us off our feet
He jumped right up and then we found
He was exspecting his favourite treat.
Upon that day he wanted to play
He just never seemed to stop
Then on that night he didn't seem right
It was on the floor he flopped.
He climed on our bed then didn't move
It really was so alarming
We thought about the bone he chewed
Hoping that it didn't harm him.
He laid and laid and didn't budge
He was such a saddened sight
We shall wait until the morning
We couldn't sleep that night.
At seven o'clock he gave a bark
we thought he would never stop
He ran down stairs at such a speed
The pigeons all flew off.
Now he is completely oblivious
To think he almost made us sob
We had one hell of a restless night
Whilst he was sleeping like a log.

Sitting in my favourite chair
One early September morn
A little Robin came along
And he settled on my lawn.
He stayed a while and made me smile
He then flew on my wall.
This little Robin that I saw
Had a message to tell us all.
Then suddenly he spread his wings
And then he took to flight
Flying off into the air
Disappearing out of sight.

Then suddenly again it happened
It was such a lovely sight
This time a bright coloured Butterfly
To my eyes brought such delight.
He stayed a while and made me smile
He then flew on my wall
This lovely Butterfly that I saw
Had a message to tell us all.
Suddenly he spread his wings
And then he took to flight
Flying off into the trees
Disappearing out of sight.

When I think about it
Being unaware and optimistic
And recieving things freely.
Things like love, support and the freedom to dream.
Was a luxury...
A luxury I wish I did not have to barter for adulthood.

Now that the naivety is gone,
Sometimes cynicism becomes a companion
And anxiety a daily battle.
My bed is my absolute favourite place to visit.
And every part of my body aches.
And I'm just...tired.
And empty.

To: The One I Love

I love you
As the you I know
As the you I might never know
And as the you I'm yet to be acquainted with.

I just love you.

🖤🖤🖤

Is to have the ability to stand tall where gravity does not exist.

As we grow older,
It gets harder to laugh whole heartedly,
Because we become aware,
Of the holes in our hearts that nothing seems to fill.

Nevertheless, we always try
And that makes us beautiful.

Road closed
Store closed
Door closed
Heart closed
Come back for
Opening day