I've got like a hundred of story drafts
And a thousand of unfinished poems
As well as a million of unwritten voices
Inside my head...
Even that favorite scene I was planning
To insert in one of my stories,
That line I wished I could give my main character,
Those qualities I wanted to describe
You with in those haikus,
And the unheard lyrics I wanted to turn into a song...
I've just got plenty of them...
I don't know which one to write first...
Not because I've got no time,
Nor a good journal,
And a perfect pen color...
No...
It's just that I couldn't.
I couldn't and I don't know why.
That's what I thought...
Not until I went out
And wandered around the street
Not like a person who's just lost her sanity
But a girl finding back her way
to where she belongs to be.
YOU ARE READING
Language of the Heart
PoetryThey say that poetry is how the heart talks and communicates with people. So I wrote my own collection of poems... which are written straight from my heart. ~A collection of poems written from experiences especially hidden feelings that the author n...
