Staring straight into the sea
Is this all that I can be
Cause all I feel is empty
I try to write down the words I say
But nothing feels write
Nothing sounds right
Nothing is right
What is wrong with me ?
Is this all that I can be
An empty vessel waiting to see
If someone will notice
The one who sits alone
Who cries at night
The one who just doesn't feel right
I wish I had a pen for every paper
Because I could write I hundred words
But nothing would sound right
I could copy and paste
Reiterate and erase
But it wouldn't be right
All the words just fly away
So I'll just call it a night and say
I can't write this damn essay.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
