memories

i remember being wrapped in the worlds cold arms they said ariell step out on faith it will do you no harm they where wrong, i was trapped in this suffocating ball of confusion thought i saw better for my life but it was an illusion who would of thought this thing would have made such an intrusion rescued me from these streets i was cold and it gave me heat never have i met something so discreet it carried me farther then anyone has ever carried me it understood me never judged me as i put my pen to that paper it made love to me we shared something so deep i let my ink run deep in between the white sheets who would have known you could fall in love so easily finally god has sent me a remedy from above something that understands me allows me to pour out my feelings on its blue lines i believe i have found my power held in my hand i let it bleed through my pen as my black ink makes music on these white sheets i have found what i have been looking for all my life my first love poetry