My heart feels full of a haze
maybe I just need some better days
Some better lessons and a better perspective
my thoughts could be merely selective
There's a possibility that I like to be sad
And I can't really tell if that's good or bad.
Storm clouds cover my brain
in an attempt to make it rain.
But I push it away
and instead I say,
Inhale,
Exhale.
Let the breathing guide you
It can be quite a virtue
to be so level-headed
with a heart that is so shredded.
Breathe in, breathe out
and release your doubt.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoetryPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
