Nobody will know your story better than yourself
the days passed and souls step where were you before
maybe some care, other not but no one more than yourself
your foot prints are just are followed by nobody you met before.
I do not know but Somebody is waiting for you,
even if they do not know it yet but you are their true love
while you keep living, somebody can not easily breath because of you,
you never know the real meaing until you hear the eco of desespate love.
I do not know what is an untold poem
but nobody can tell you want I want let you know
words are transformed into beauty by a poem
my name is not in here and I dont want let you know.
To figure it out what is the point
like a person going to point from point A to B
the beauty of poem it is up to you the point
wish were the winner A and not B.
by Michelle Puma.