Words clutter my tongue
And i dont know where they come from
Or why they're here
The speak of the darkest parts of my fear
But they tell of the good times
the bad and the worse
They tell of the last time
And the second and first
They say sweet things
But the words can also be mean
But all of these words mean so much to me
You hear my voice but not what i say
There's things i whisper when you walk away
But today is a good day
And tomorrow it will be yesterday
I lose my words and some times find to many
But theres times when i cant form any
A story in the making page by page
Another character written as another one fades
- hey guys its been awhile since I've written and Im not exactly sure when I'll find my voice or my words again. Its hard changing the world even if its only your own world but I'm not giving up anymore. I will throw myself to the wind and rebuild if need be but yesterday was yesterday and today starts my future. Sorry about the inactivity. See you when i find myself again.
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
