Have you ever wondered how many have given you untrustworthiness?
The lack of validation, the raising of their eyebrows
To some, I'm amazing; to others, I'm just boring
Thinking about how words can provide such authority
And as I wrote many stories and poems
I'm howling in the full moon like a dangerous wolf
But as I shouted, they all doubted
Will I be a friend or an upcoming danger?
Because people didn't know if my poems
We're a way to bring them good luck or feed their anger
With my lingering reasoning
I wrote my strained tunes, my voiceless, loud music
I change what's written; I crash what's forbidden
I fight the prophecy by becoming charmingly chaotic
Poems are only word
But it's painfully transforming into worlds
Surpassing the current realm and creating a door
Underestimating what's written can curse on the forbidden
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoezjaMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
