I write and I write
I think to much
I write till my hand aches
Till my mind thinks of another
These long poems
I write yet I don't know what others will think
What if they don't like it
What if they hate it
Yet they say it's good
Are they lying
I can't tell
But then again I don't want the truth
Because I know it will hurt
Yet I still write till my arms can no longer move
Till my brain moves on to another
I write and I write
So much so I don't know when to stop
My brain will keep going
Do I write to much
I'm obsessed I shouldn't be
I shouldn't
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the brain
PuisiA bunch of poems I feel and think about their all random some are about love some or sad I hope u enjoy all of them!
