TRYING TO FINE MY WAY/ MY FIRST POEM
TYRING TO FINE MY WAY. WONDERING IF I REALLY WANT TO STAY.CRYING IF I MAY.THE CANARY WARBLED AN AUBADE,GREETING THE MORING SUN.MY LIPPITUDE WAS CAUSED BY PAIN.OH MY I'M GOING IN SANE.WITH HOLDS IN THE HEART THERE'S NO BLOCKAGE FOR LOVE.SHOULD I LEAVE OR SHOULD I STAY.TRYING TO FINE MY WAY. Sign in to see full entry.