I've loved poetry for a long time...and I've never shared any poems before....so I decided I would now...:) |
Quicksand concrete sidewalks
If you're thinking it's impossible...
I feel sick to my stomach
I've never been this lost...
The sweet smell of nectar
Leads my thoughts a stray...
Strip me down to nothing
Tear this flesh off my bones...
From my window in my room
I can see the brightness of the moon...
Cut out that center fold
hang it up on the wall...
I thought maybe as I grow and time fades away my emotions will die and I could feel sane, But I've been starting to notice that my thoughts will always race and It's a feeling I can't escape. So maybe I guess I was born to feel this way |
Someone label this disaster "intentional" and we'll watch and carry on. |