When I look you in the eyes
I write
When I look at the skies
I write
When I find out about lies
I write
When it's the night
I write
When everything Falls apart
I write
When I fall in love
I write
When I spread love
I write
When I'm happy
I write
When I'm angry
I write
But all writers write about these things
So I made a promise in the woods
That I'll be the one who won't be found
Only to the one that figures the clues
Because where I'm hidden
I write about things you don't see
Like the monsters under your bed
Or the pirates in the sea
Because I realized that everyone is confusing between reality and fantasy
Everyone thinks that fairies are a pure mind imagination
an innocent heart creation
everyone is confusing reality and fantasy
So I will write about how day dreaming is death and how nightmares are life
I will write about how you don't like to talk about periods and how they flourish inside
I will write about the first time I wrote about the night
I will write about how much I love cold touches and warm eyes
I will write till my hands bleed
Like I'm in a survival motion
Like the wild,
Name me a wild writer
Try to catch me
Try to hold me
Try to touch me
Try to keep me away from my words
Try to
Try to cable me
You won't succeed only because I'm the wild writer that made you.
YOU ARE READING
winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
