I can't help but wonder;
I only must fear.
I can't think of anything.
My mind,
So clear.
I write and write til my brain turns to grain.
I write so much yet im going insane.
I used to write about feelings of death.
My depression got worse.
My mind was in depth.
Now i show and i express those things in my head.
Romeo has changed my dear juliet.
These things have made more sense before.
I opened it;
then shut it once more.
Little by little her smile begins to shrink.
Little by little there's no eyes to blink.
She thought she was free.
Yet my dear juliet was so desperately deep.
She wanted to go on,
Yet her mind wouldn't sleep.
Dear romeo stop bleeding into her mind,
You creep...
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
