Like my phone battery, deeming in its illusions when it then fades. My energy, towards giving what I can only give with your acceptance. Or perhaps what resonates between our understanding. A fraction of my personality, life, and everything. A single line on a dwindled page. The madness that I myself can only give. A small percentage is just what you know.
YOU ARE READING
Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
