I'm a mess of inspiration behind
An unsound state of mind
I'm waiting still,
Hands pressed into the windowsill
Watching raindrops in a trance,
Knowing I never had a chance
I can sit here and debate
But you've stolen my fate
Fingers hovering under tiny rivers
While my soul contradictingly quivers
Don't you understand?
I don't need you to lead me, just hold my hand
If confusion was your goal,
You caused the storms raining over my soul
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoetryAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
