Biography of Cheyanne Whien
Hey all. I have been writing for years now and im thinking about writing my own book called tales and fantasies.
Let me leave you with this advice: Dont let anyone tell you that writing poetry is for girls only. Poetry is for everyone and it is a great way to jot down your emotions that seem to be eating you away inside. Instead of bottling your emotions and hiding them in a corner where no-one dares to go, write poems. It helps alot.
Life is like a box of chocolates. You dont know what your going to get next.
Cheyanne Whien Poems
They say dreams never do come true.. But they are wrong, I say they do I dream of violence, I dream of hurt I dream of children, they live in dirt
Friends may come and friends may go Family is first and this I know Putting friends first is a mistake And not one that you should make
I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away. I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away.
How do I tell you I'm sorry - With a gesture, a look, a touch? How is it I never realized I hurt you so very much?
Time passes. Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up.
If We Could Have You Back
If we could have you back for just one day There would be so many things we would like to say If we could just be with you for one whole day To have you close and know that you really are Okay.
Why Say Goodbye?
Why say goodbye? Why turn away? Why say we won't see each other after this day?
I Love You
I never really knew you You were just another friend But when I got to know you, I let my heart unbend.
Forget You, I Cannot
The heart still skips a beat When you send a thought. The eyes still shed a tear- Forget you, I cannot
Love is the greatest feeling, Love is like a play, Love is what I feel for you, Each and every day,
Love Hurts But Its Woth The Pain
My stomach turns when I think of you And it makes me so sick It hurts to get over someone you love so much Sometimes it just makes you want to cry
I'm sorry for everything you've been through It must've been very hard on you I'm sorry for all that's been said and done I was the moon, you were the sun
If You Can Dream
If you can dream, Why don’t you dream For a good family Who can stay with us
A Simple Thankyou
Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
You entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
A thankfulness that you walk in these halls
With me; our friendship has become a part