Life.
What is it?
Is this it?
Am I living or just breathing
I have to know
I'm a artist using a sharp point
I color in crimson red
To much, no, no not enough
Life this is it? It's not much, is it?
No it's not much the way I'm living it.
I thought you where what I needed, but it ends up I was wrong.
I found good friends I found my Mon Amour
Thanks to the pain the world gave, and you helped cause
Now I draw with no sharp point, I color with no color
Now my canvas is blank once again.
Thank you for everything you all have done.
YOU ARE READING
What's Within
PoetryThis is a book filled with poems that are filled with meaning and relatable. I hope you can relate just like I can.
