My mind is terrifying. What else is there to know? It's cold as ice or fire, Soft as rock or snow.
My hands are steady, shaking. They are my only roots, Digging through an ants nest to discover precious loots.
My heart is built like sunshine, It hides a burning ache. There's no darkness in the shadow, yet there's weeds to hide in lakes
Your eyes hold something pure, Like the moon reflects at night. My eyes will look through yours, to see the soul that gives off light
YOU ARE READING
Ode to Life
PuisiIt'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...
