But the thing is, you,
i can't explain it.
I can't explain the path my thoughts takes as they make their way to paper,
I can't explain how my feelings take the form of words,
I can't explain the secrets behind my words,
And i can't explain how i only calm down by printing my confused thoughts for everyone and no one to see.
Because, you,
explanations kills the magic,
the wonder
and the art.
Explanations kills your chance to build yourself your own reality.
The only reality you can escape to,
when our reality goes into chaos.
YOU ARE READING
Romeo
PoetryDo you remember Romeo, the boy who died for love. Do you remember Juliet, the girl who held the boy's heart in the palm of her hand. Do you remember their love, who shined brighter than stars on a night sky. ____________________ As the most teenager...
