where to next

where i begin
u must end
this i know
is the bend
that my heart
is not for u
callous malaise
no, not my truth
human weakness
we all do
not alone
to my end
one hooray
one more grin
is this the answer
is this my win
or just simply
does he want
does he need
does he see
really see
is it my shell
is it my heart
does he want
or my true spark
answers answers
must be there
do i stay
do i care
is it enough
beautiful shell
beautiful days
but i know
i know this truth
will only be a substitute


This poem is written with the thought, how its time to move on ..take a hand and just see how it goes .. I hope you have that great love in your life, or at the very least a love to help you move along .. <3 Love and Light to you all ..

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. ≧◠◡◠≦✌

3 thoughts on “WHERE I BEGIN …”

  1. There is no more maybe on this score kk, the god’s told me i have done what i must on this score. So yes, they want me to be happy and it seems i do not have a choice in the matter. 🙂 thank u kk happy day to u

  2. Move on ! Listen to your heart ! The heart knows the exact time to move.Mind makes us confused with Maybe .
    Nice touching poem.

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