We highlight the lines we like,
We remember the lyrics that hit
We save the poetry that hurts,
We keep the pieces that fit.
We learn the steps that match,
We store the photos that speak
We search for platforms to vent,
A place for our emotions to leak.
We struggle to speak our minds,
We can't find our way through the mess
We venture towards comprehension,
We search for a way to express.
We speak the words that don't matter,
We wear the colours of our mood
We buy the art that reveals,
Our traits and attitude.
We watch the shows we relate to,
We listen to the songs we feel
We travel such depths to attain,
The proof that our pain is real.
We struggle to speak our minds,
We can't find our way through the mess
We venture towards comprehension,
We fail to coherently express.
~Via
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Embrace the beautiful mess that you are.
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. • •...
