walk this life trying
to get to make it all
moving paces slowly
grasping straws so long
seeking golden boxes
hoping your tomorrow seen
trying so hard to not hurt
those souls that you need
walking blinders too late
caring the hurting bites
pain reaching new heights
song not ringing tragic
human kindness wished
mistake never that bent
cry these tears over and over
knowing i walk what i live
still a heart does beat
blood flows veins of ridge
human like any other
i allowed this

*they say when someone hurts your feelings so bad, they make you cry, its your fault for allowing them to hurt you ..  *makes us stronger right* ..

Author: Leslie Stockton

I am a Poet it seems. But I am many things this is just a small part of who I am. I write *Love Ballads* and *Erotic* prose. This is my little world you see. My passions are *Art* *Music* *Poetry* *Health & Fitness* *Outdoor Activities* *Fashion* *Costuming* ..etc etc. I am a Leo except the part about being in the spotlight *whispers* my preference is home by a fire. I have many belief’s; like signs, patterns, numbers, colors, everything has an energy you see. All things!! To me anyway. That interaction we experience is a kind of sending and receiving of vibrations to me. The cliche’ ..DARK TO LIGHT applies. We are all connected and share *a something* which can not be defined nor understood in our current state of development. So within my limited brain capacity that is what i have chosen to believe in its barest form. But i follow my instincts and try to be a better human. If you ever met me, well I have been told I leave a lasting impression. May the Verse Be with You. ≧◠◡◠≦✌

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