Here it comes again,
The block between the words,
Crashing down to it again.
The enigmatic eulogy,
Why addressing it when it's not constant anyways?
Callus spreading through the fingers:
Caused about what exactly lingers...
Thoughts of what's next,
Thoughts of how to rest,
Thoughts of being controlled,
Thoughts of going insane,
Thoughts of resentment
And thoughts of reverence;
Flowing through the veins
And flowing through the gains.
Flowered by my haunts,
Beloved by my thoughts;
I tie ribbons to my thoughts
I don't need to talk them out,
I need to write them down.
I'm just a girl,
I'm used to be bored,
I'm used to be cold,
I'm used to be bold,
Think whatever's enthroned,
I tie ribbons to my thoughts,
I don't need to talk them out,
I need to write them down.
I don't fly anymore,
I don't cry anymore:
I've lost my wings in the flow,
Nothing's ever hurting, I'm used to it now.
Flowered by my haunts,
Beloved by my thoughts,
I tie ribbons to my thoughts,
I don't need to talk them out,
I need to write them down.
I got 25 issues,
I walk up to the girls and they solve 28 of them and now I don't need tissues.
I tie ribbons to my thoughts,
It's like golden-diamond,
Rushing through the magnetic
And that's so aesthetic.
Flowered by my haunts,
Beloved by my thoughts,
I tie ribbons to my thoughts,
I don't need to talk them out,
I need to write them down.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean of words
PoetryThese are the ocean of words, I can't talk them out or hide, I wanna shout them to the world, But my courage is long gone in the tides...
