I wanted to write something
That would take your breath away
I wanted to pen it so beautifully
That it would bring you tears of joyBut each time I sat to write,
Each time I took to thinking
I couldn't find the right thing to say
I could only feel the words sinkingSo I gave up completely
And decided not to do it
But deep inside I felt a twinge
A pull I couldn't denySo I'm here but instead of thinking
I'm trusting the process
Instead of trying to be flamboyant
I'm trying to see what the thought isI could write words and connect them beautifully
I could write a song that sounded so heavenly
But what would that mean if it was empty?
What good would it be if they meant the same thing?I could speak of many things
I wanted you to hear
But what good would that be,
If monsters aren't what you fear?I could see a thousand suns
And sing to many moons
I could count the countless stars
But none of them would be youI could write a whole lot
And send it on a bird,
But instead, I write this... thing
To tell you a simple word:Don't worry where you'll be;
Just look how far you've come.
You've made it this far, my dearest friend
And I'm so proud of you.Dedicated to dyslectic_demigod
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...