i've got nothing on my mind
and would someone send me a sign
that it's okay to not feel anything
to let the silence ring
for days, weeks, months on end
myself i can mend
i dance to the beat of beat drops
the kind of sound that pop mocks
black paint under my fingernails
i'm putting up my own damn sails
the rhythm of life flowing in and out
so that i can sing and shout
i love being alive.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Puisia poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
