Thoughts are flying at you
With every word.
Does it ever stop?
Will it ever stop?
The embrace of something
So sweet,
Something I can never be
Holds me close
As it whispers it's lies
That I,
Am so foolish
To believe.
Daggers hurt less
Than these lies
Disguised as truths
Saved and lost
Are two pieces
Of a puzzle
And I'm not sure
Which one
Is me.
Am I ever sure?
A maze of my own mind
One I can't even
Make out.
An orchestra
Of confusion,
One of hurt
And frustration.
Myself,
The conductor of
Each section,
With the strings.
A silent plea,
The music cries out
But as you play,
No one hears a thing.
Does it ever stop?
Will it ever stop?
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoesíaSometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
