Jeannie's blog: "Poetry... by Me"

They hit us hard, We hit are knees harder. They took the two from us, We took two from them. They made us cry, We made them cry harder. They will take and take, but they will never take my freedom away from me. Copyrighted from www.poetry.com

On the eve of love my love gave to me a world of no hate On the eve of love my love gave to me a powerful ring On the eve of love my love gave to me a heart of no limits On the eve of love my love gave to me a family of good deeds On the eve of love my love gave to me a golden reminder On the eve of love my love gave to me a a field of open dreams On the eve of love my love gave to me a candle-lite dinner On the eve of love my love gave to me a dozens red rose from the heart On the eve of love my love gave to me a a promise that will not exceed On the eve of love my love gave to me a world of smiles On the eve of love my love gave to me a post-it meet me at 6 you know the place Copyrighted from www.poetry.com

I think about what has happend to us. One nation that is divide by misguidens and mistrust. How can we fight a good fight with hate. How can we betray the laws of the world and spill blood. Do you think about us, one nation divided by mistrust. Copyrighted from www.poetry.com

Fire by gas. Sex by marriage. Blood by pain. Sleep by work. Hate by hater. Love by hearts. Hidden feelings by open dreams. Fights by liars. Copyrighted from www.poetry.com

I see your beautiful eyes, I can see them from here. Blue: it's you, unbelievable you Brown: it's you, I can't believe it's you Green: it's true, it's only you Hazel: it's love, my love for you is true Your beautiful eyes, I can see them from here. Blue: love, happy, glad, and always true Brown: mad, angry, mean, but feels Green: sensitive, scared, sad, but loves Hazel: gloomy, upsst, cool, but always lives I can see them from here, I can see your beautiful eyes. Copyrighted from www.poetry.com

I was thinking about what I did as a little one. How the wind blows and the earth moved. Would put me at this point in history. No matter how hard I try, I get put down and step on. No matter how hard I cry, I get put to the test of others. No matter how hard I work, the words just don't come out right. No matter how bad life itself gets, I look for those better days. When the sun is out. The tears have stop. The pain is gone. I gave up on life itself, then I have those better days. With my heart, I feel good again. I feel like the world is over my head. Giving back to me those better days. There is no mystery here. Just finding those better days.