Pages.
Pages filled to the brim.
Filled with wonder, filled with splunder, but still I ponder,
If life is worth living tonight.
I write and I write.
Filling people with joy, and hope for the world.
But still I fight on my own each night,
No one to save me as my mind swirls.
"Positive, Bright, a Fighter"
They think so highly of me,
I appear so smiley, you see.
But in reality I'm fighting, myself actually.
YOU ARE READING
freestyle poems and ballads
Poetrya collection of my poorly written poetry 😍 #2 in ballads #11 in ballad 🥰
