I'm finding peace in the embrace of poetry and the drying ink between the lies I told to keep my face straight
I'm writing these poems to be heard when everybody wants to listen but nobody understands
to get the things nobody says but everyone think out of my chest
to erease the pain inside my mind and replace it with the words I wrote inside here
I exchange the desires blood with ink dropping down my diary paper
and even though nobody listens to what I put in here I feel welcomed and understood by a simple piece of paper
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and the way you still listen to the shit I put in here, the smiles you don't see when you tell me you love to hear my voice or how I should take care
for the way you make me feel heard just by simply reading this.
just thank you for being you
and the most appreciated moonshine-lover
I could ever asked for
- to my one and only biggest fan
p.s. and I am yours ;)
YOU ARE READING
only the brave | poems
Poésie« it's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray. It's a solo song and it's only for the brave » some poems I had in mind, some are personal, some just fictional. I just let my hands write whatever floads in my mind. TW // mostly depre...
