My life is never boring.
I always have stories.
What I'm trying to say is:
I have a guitar, but don't know how to play it.
Not because I am lazy,
But because I never learned it.
I'm opening up and letting it free.
I'm spreading my wings.
Not letting the past get the best of me.
I'm letting it all out:
Regrets.
Decisions.
I'm a butterfly.
My inspirations come weird and
I tame, or control, it.
Running wild in this huge world-
Few steps away from my biggest mark, I promise.
But I never knew it.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
