This is another chapter, another section,
of my thoughts being questioned.
I'll try to find meanings,
and obviously feelings.
Because is hard to express myself,
when many things are running in my head.
'It's easy' they said.
But a question doesn't answer by itself.
Impossibility to write poetry
when my head is a blank page.
I know answers don't grow on trees
but they are kept in a cage.
I want to let my feelings free
but something is missing. Strange!
Where is the key,
to let them perform in stage?
I want them to be the focus
but it's not like 'hocus-pocus'.
Maybe Cinderella committed a crime
when trying to put feelings into rhymes.
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Insomnia
PoetryLet me touch the sky, have a sleepover with the stars and a deep conversation with the moon. Because feelings need to be clarified, thoughts need to be expressed and words are the connection between distanced hearts.
