
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER PUT SOMEONE ELSE'S WRITING ON MY PAGE BUT I WAS VERY INSPIRED BY THIS PERSON. SHE IS A VERY GOOD WRITER AND SHE IS VERY WELL SPOKEN. HER POEMS HAVE MEANING AND I COULD FEEL EVERY WORD SHE WAS SAYING. SHE HAS A LOT MORE POEMS THAN THIS ONE BUT I THINK THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE.
HER NAME IS COURTNEY MASON. I THINK THIS IS ONE OF THOSE TIMES WHEN THEY SAY LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY HOW MANY BREATHES YOU TAKE, ITS MEASURED BY HOW MANY MOMENTS TAKE YOUR BREATHE AWAY AND SHE TOOK MINE AWAY WITH HER WRITING =)
i aint never been a quitter but,
this right here, kinda tough.
i can say i been in love,
but not necesarily loved.
i work hard for sure,
but it seems like i struggle more
im living my life with the vision in front of me,
but i cant seem to unlock the door.
i hate being ignored
but i guess the world dont believe me
cause i can scream, cry, & yell
but still, nobody see's me.
damnn..
life aint easy
but this cant be
destiny cause
Sister Kimberly from the mothers Ministry told me God had more instore for me.
But, where's it being stored at, & who got the key?
Beats me.
but ay,
it is what it is, right?
but what if what is, is actually not?
what if everything that could be a possibility..stopped.
what if,
everything i thought was lost and never again was sought after because i lost..
my inspiration.
because of separation..& deprivation..of dedication
from the people who i thought were..real.
so, in conclusion
i considering people caring
might as well be an an illusion
because in the midst of confusion,
all the people who you thought were there, you'll end up losing
them.
when shit gets dim
so my philosophy is in the end..
learn how to defend, yourself, from them. cause if you dont..
i guess you'll just end up like me.
remix.
I'm not a quitter, but wondering why so many quit her/
Her as in me, me as in she/
One of the realest, but still end up in last place.
No love, no love, but always one level above/
Looked up to, like a basement does a top floor/
Underestimated, but worth much more.
My eyes can tell lies, don't be surprised when you're caught/
Worth more than anything that can be store bought/
Scars talk, but what about the ones on the heart/
The ones that tell a story before we even talk.
Hardworking, but I still struggle/
That's life, no complaints, no trouble/
Wake up, it's a new day, another day to right my wrongs/
Another chance to do good and another to move on.
They talk about me, want my heart to show through my skin/
I strive to be the best, 'cause success is the best revenge...