i've realized my poems don't really express me
they rhyme and go on, but are cut short before i can let my feelings free
i've changed over time, in a good way i promise
maybe my poetry only worked when there was sadness in heart
regardless.
i'll try once more to put meaning in my words
cause i don't want to let go of happiness to be happy with my work
maybe there's a secret that i am yet to hold
i must be melancholic, nostalgic, only at times when writing more
i want to make people feel, not just know i don't like rain
i want to make people feel, not just know the moon and sun can't ever be together for more than a split few minutes
i want to make people feel, like i used to
but if happiness is the price
it's too much to loose ..
now i re-read this and realize my message is shit
i don't need a feeling to make my work worth the time of a few
i need inspiration i just can't find it
my mind is blank, thoughts are hiding
i'll try harder of course to do this again
but realize, it's not as easy as it was when i began
at that time i had too much inspiration
my mind was a jumble of words
i used to spit poetry as if i was a machine
only meant to let out my feelings to a screen
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Poetrywelcome to my thoughts. mostly just melancolic and sending a message i'm just a small girl who is trying to find her way in this rock of a planet which is a spec in the universe contains: poems & playlists relatively happier than before