My heart throbs with ideas and creativity
But it's trapped beneath my skin, orbiting inside of me
Go ahead, destroy me
Painful as it may be
It stings, but frees me
Gives me a new galaxy
In which to be me
Why is it that all that's good comes painfully
Thankfully
It doesn't really bother me
Gradually
I strengthen, 'till I see
No pain, no gain is as true as a statement as could be.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
