I'm scared of writing what I think,
My mind is far from pure-
I've built a vault for all my pain,
Hidden then obscured.
My thoughts won't be a danger
To anyone but me-
As long as I don't know myself,
The rest of you are free.
YOU ARE READING
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...
