(I kind of hate this poem, this is a part of me I don't know how to express so I don't know if it's even good. But I'm posting it anyway because I didn't write it for me)
There's so much to say
And so little I show.
More often than not,
I run, I let go.
I'm not sure what's different,
Could you let me know?
Why do I love you the way you love snow?
There's so much to fear
But I really don't care.
If you figure out why,
Could you meet me out there?
I don't know why I'm happy,
I'm only half here
So why do I follow you through my tears?
There's too much to heal
So I hide most scars.
Why did I show you?
Does that make them ours?
Please don't give me everything,
I don't need the world,
I see how you're healing
And that's my reward.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
