Treasure Island

Frank Pulver

(10/28/1971 / born-(Hudson, New York) - raised-(Tampa, Florida))

Heart and Soul


There is something that I've been told
That when I write, I use it to express my heart and soul
I guess this true
Because this a new part of my life that I never knew

I have to places that most people would never want to be
Especially the things, that I did when I went overseas.
There some of my memories that I wish I could left behind
But there are others that I am glad that will never leave my mind

Yes I am glad to finally see the good
and bad things that I have done in my life
It has shown me how to go from being sad to happy in any strife
Yes, I am happy about the things that I have been told
That I express my thoughts in my life as
I write with my Heart and Soul

By Frank Pulver March 19,2013

Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (3/20/2013 7:43:00 AM)

    I write with my heart and soul. good write. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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