When I was at a young age, I recognized that I had a talent for writing. I would write poems, poetry, and thought-provoking messages in search for my true writing style. I would listen to a mixture of songs from the radio. I could write out my own lyrics to the music. The titles that are listed below are from my experiences, pain, hurt, breakups, relationships, anger, depression, loneliness, and what I learn from others.
Each of these titles was written on impulse and now after all these years I was drawn back into those memories that had induced me to cry, feel bad about myself and right now with tears running from my eyes.
I wondered “is love sweet," “is it once in a lifetime," “is it for you and me," “why did it took all these years for me to say “if I only had a chance," I am a man from the old school, that says, yes ma'am and yes sir, and I treat other respectfully. “It was not my intention” to tell you, “we all are having some type of an affair, and here is “your understanding letter.”
I am continually trying to find my role in life, why am I here, what should I do, who am I, and what is my purpose in life? In addition, in what way should I be remembered?