I think I found poetry
I think I found her in the middle of the sky
I think I found her underneath my tongue
Months ago, I thought I had lost her
I thought I had died to the world
I believed that I wasn't worthy of writing blood
When I wasn't even capable to write sun
But yesterday in the cold night
I found her when I thought I had lost her for good
I guess it's a messed-up kind of way
Of her showing me that
I don't own anything but my pain
I found poetry
When I stopped looking
I found poetry
Under the tongue of the girl in pain
- I found her
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Dead Fowers
Poetry"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
