My art is words
I can mold them
rhyme them
reorder them
and find millions to tell you how it hurts
but when these words are missing
and won't find their way to me
I can't help myself from feeling
a completly new kind of empty
and so I'm sitting and contemplating
just scribbling my thoughts
running from that dreadful feeling
similar, but not, to the one I get from moths
altering my own reality
by doing so
since I'm using words for this
creating my very own melody
just letting the energies flow
all just feels like universe's kiss
YOU ARE READING
try to forget
Puisiwhat if i just run away? run away and never look back? would that be freedom? - collection of my english poetry in opposite order
