My heart stings
My head ringsJumping back to reality,
Leaves a feeling of neutralityI wish to drift freely like the moon's rays
That coaxially cast toward tidal wavesI want to float and soak in puddles of my thoughts
Where nothing ever comes, or is ever lostChange is a mild thing
Age is a wild thingFeelings of uncontrollable vast emotion
Gravitate to my skin, causing commotionConfusion enters my brain
They make me feel insaneI can't control myself
Like a child I'm dealtIf I'm treated like a child,
Then why can't I stay wild?
*Love her but leave her wild*~ Atticus
YOU ARE READING
the sound of my emotions
Poetryall of our emotions make a sound, and this is the melody of mine