to be loved
is to be understood
but how am i supposed to feel loved
when no one understands
they really dont
i'm not talking about my feelings
the way i think
nothing
like
that
i'm taking about my words on paper
wonky lines and scribbles
the words form sentences
vines of hidden secrets
all tangled together
to share a moment
that these people
cannot
understand.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
