Biography of Wendelin Weird
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Wendelin Weird Poems
Late at night she feels down She thinks of the one that can lift her frown he remains clueless to the joy he can bring just if he says hi makes her want to sing.
The feelings that overwhelm me The mixture of hate, love, sorrow, and happiness How can people stand emotions They cause you too smile,
The hope that wakes me up The eyes that make my heart race The smile that is ever so contagous The name that makes my thoughts drift to day dreams
This I Believe
This poem is for school and I would greatly appreciate any comments or criticisms. Thank you. I believe in Laughter
They are there for you Even when you are not there for yourself They make you smile when you feel bereft They create fond memories
3 Forgotten Hearts 3
The boy wonders but he doesn't ask, It's hard to see the pain behind the mask; Bearing the burden of a heart she can not mend, She often hopes that it will all come to an end;
What Is Best For Me?
You said you liked me I in my naive ways believed you You said you wanted what is best for me and yet again I thought your words true
I am the moon on a cloudy night Bearing the burden of trying to shine bright Struggling against this relentless storm To deceive you I fake a smile and preform
I'Ve Had Enough
I listen to you day after day destroy your life I try to reach out
Mandkind Vs. Nature
Nature It fills teh world With untold beauty Nature
What Will It Take /3
What will it take for you to see that you never left my heart? that the space is now filled with fruitless hopes and dreams
It was taken not long ago Yet it feels like ages have pasted A million little pixels All arranged in perfect harmony
Moments For Granted
Are you up early, before the sun rises? Do you too wake up just in time to witness this breathtaking beauty? So quickly the orange glow fills the sky- A luminous yellow orb in the center of the semicircle of light
It remains a pointless blur,
among the unforgiving world
Will I ever truely make a difference?
Will I leave an impact on the life of those I know?
or if you found out tomorrow that
I departed from this world
never to have to worry about my thoughts
nor my life again
would you notice my empty seat?