Intuitive but forgetful
Insightful but hypocritical
No need to fret; this is your best
For the art you compose
Keeps you to unauthorized rest
Yet I suppose
That no one knows
Craft preserves childhood
As age is no garantee
To a sudden and sullen halt
Of playfulness set free
Your lust for expression
Leaves a foreboding impression
That the gears
In your clock
Are off and weird
Forlornly this much is true
Not either is there surpassingly
Much enough to transliterate
When there stands insignificantly;
Naught to be torn apart
A soothing cure
For your renaissance heart
YOU ARE READING
Melt Me
PoetryThese poems are just some inner thoughts of mine. Hope you can relate to these, as some may be more dark than others. Vote your fave poem :3 And BTW the rating says PG13 but really anyone can read these (maybe, some have "gore"/blood and dark feelz)...
