A feeling escapes,
When I start to write.
Getting lost in time,
A dream comes to life.
Like magic from my fingers
Words escape my mind.
Thoughts make way,
New adventurers to bind.
A new life appears,
I become the words.
Dancing over the page,
Alive with every turn.
My hart gives way,
To the passion inside.
All my dreams come alive,
From inside my mind.
A beauty retreats,
To the paper infront of me.
My darkest desires
I alone make you see.
The mind is a strange place,
It holds your inner demons.
But amaong them angels,
Cross through the seasons.
Writing is a bliss,
Therapy to my mind.
Something sweet and sinister,
At the gates of my sanity you'll find.
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Beautiful, Painful Love
PoetryThis book consists of poems and thoughts on love, and how love is truely felt. Sometimes gussy, romantic and sweet, but also at times painful and lonely. Love is truely a beautiful and a mysterious thing, but treasured non the less, remember that.
