I'm not a breeze,
I'm the storm.
My heart can't be silenced,
And I'm tired of being torn.
You don't give a shit about me,
I don't want your advise,
I'm longing to forget.
You don't give a shit about me.
I don't want sympathy.
I'm just longing to forget.
I'm not a breeze,
I'm the fucking storm.
I'm not young,
I can't be tamed.
Not anymore.
I'm a problem kid, a package with layers of scars that won't ever fade into nothingness.
I wish I could give you love or even kindness.
But all I can give is a shoulder for you to cry on,
And a tight hug, for you to make you feel treasured.
I don't share meaningless kisses,
I share existence,
I share eternity,
I'm not a breeze,
I'm the fucking storm.
For they say I destroy,
But all I do is giving a new chance
In life.
In finding the way.
YOU ARE READING
The Rise of A Beating Heart
PoetryA Book filled with poems sewed by my deepest feelings. It's when I began to live for what I write and write what makes me feel alive. The Rise of A Beating Heart is where I exist in each and every line.
