How can I build a battle,
When I was forced to grow in the dark of your shadow
You can tell me again, all those fancy lines,
So divine,
Whether they were free-verse or rhymed
I don't know the pain of accepting a loss
So distraught,
Everything seems like it was left for naught
Self-taught,
My wisdom can't be sold or bought
Yet everyone follows me,
As if it's their own choice who is taught
I can't see the glass as half empty or full,
I just know that the remedy is a bunch of bull
I lay my head down as I prepare for sleep
But before I get a chance,
Someone please beat me
I'm tired of being lonely
For every chance I get
To spend time with someone else,
They're always placing bets
Give it a rest,
For I can't put everything in my life to the test
All for what, to give you more time to recollect
I grew my ego while I was walking your path
And once you died,
I couldn't help but feel free at last
But what's the use,
For while the past is the past,
The first present is the same,
And I'm in dead last
YOU ARE READING
Heart To Soul
PoezjaMy first poetry collection, I hope that you all enjoy reading these! There will be different motives behind each one, so be prepared! Thank you, and happy reading!
