why
-do you like
to confuse me
with mixed
signals and
gibberish thoughts-
are
-you some kind
of mad sadist
that likes seeing me
so lost within myself
completely restless-
you
-think that this
is some kind of
child's play
only with feelings
instead of blocks-
doing
-so with little girls
like a woodsman
cutting out hearts
in your forest of
emotions-
this
-is way past bedtime
and you fool me
and make me do things
i never thought i would
in a lifetime-
to
-defy the rules of
my principles and stumble
across your labyrinth
and fall in your snares
with no one to help -
me
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Freefall (Things I Should've Said But Wrote Down Instead)
PoetryPoetry. Such an abstract thing. Such a beautiful burst of emotions. Such feelings that make a person feel alive. For what drives someone to grab a pen and construct a rhythm of words are strong rushes of inspiration. Often times, it is a...