How can I describe,
But remain in form?
How do I strike at hearts,
When I can't find my own?I've felt the power
words can provide.
Reading something unexpected,
A shock through your chest.The light words can shine,
On a situation or person.
Why can I not
Ever find them?My heart is poured
Into everything created.
My message poured
Anywhere but my work.Can't you feel my heart pounding?
The churning feeling in my stomach?
Had my words been better,
You might have seen it.My last attempt at desperation.
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Poetry of thought
PoetryPoems and aspirations of my mind. Sometimes short stories [Not constantly updated]