I write like how I think.
Obsessively. Peculiarly. Infinitely.
I write- staring off into space- even when it's the last thing I should be doing.
I accede to the desires of my heart and nourish my soul by engraving on it the words that wish to be read.
I write about the late night drives, the zealous arguments and the unyielding opinions.
I cogently convey the paradoxes, the pain and the passion through my poetry.
I write about the nervous breakdowns, the impetuous endeavours and the sleepless nights.
I write about the maelstroms in my eyes, the tornadoes in my mind and the earthquakes in my heart.
I write like it's my oxygen and I need it to breathe.
I write about old memories, new people and everlasting experiences.
I write like how I think.
That's why I always end up writing about you.
~Via
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I write like how I think.
That's why I never stop.
YOU ARE READING
Paroxysm |✓
PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
