Poetry isn't just writing. It's my soul, mind, heart, emotions. My everything, my world. My life story. |
I walk alone in my final dream
No one there to guide me...
I know all of the family secrets
For I have had each member inside more than once...
A rose
The representation of life...
You wouldn't understand
Couldn't possibly fathom...
I poured my heart and soul into our relationship
Tried my hardest to keep things calm...
My emotions are not a child's toys
They are a part of me...
Stepping into my world,
A beautifully dark angel...
Such unease has captured my soul
Hidden in a dim and smoky cavern...
Music vibrating my eardrums
The senses bleeding with pain...
To the little fairy in the corner of my room
Can you see the chaos swirling in my eyes...