My fingers dance
with the ink in my hand.
My hand crawls
with a passionate rage.
The words scatter
all over the page.
Sometimes I write
to beat myself down—
(insecurities and mistakes. Regrets and tirades.)
But most times, I write
to wipe off my frown—
(Little moments and little smiles. My heart flutters and beats for miles.)
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Fancy Words
Poesia» I try to be friends with both my A N G E L S and M O N S T E R S « Oh, all these words swimming in my head. *Previously titled "The Poems In My Head".
