Every word tattoed in my heart
Like ink in a paper
Trying to cover them up
With words of mine
The awkarwdness is there
As the time flows
Always in the deep bottom side
Waiting for the light to write
Fingers aching and frozen hands
Voice wrecked and gone
Heart beating with the strings
Brain healing with the thoughts
Feet in Black socks
Wanting to run fast
Body still in bed
Thoughts already with you
YOU ARE READING
The Chaos
PoetryI'm sharing my thoughts with you. Hopufully we can relate at some point.
