I chose to be read than be heard.
I been meaning to speak,
But these words are needles and thread, powered by my urge to voice out words meant to be said.
So an attempt at speaking and I can feel my ins' stitching, spleens bleeding, face grinning, a lateral undulating of pins through my organs to the throat, this vehement pain is just the beginning.
So I have to swallow my voice and whatever I believe in.
And anyone who learnt me their ears would be leaving.
A hurtful sight to see.
So I try more to be heard, but a tied knot with the thread is butcherly pulled, the pain I'm relieving.
So I give up, but didn't give in.
If these words won't be said, then it must be written.
So if you've learnt me your ears, hoping to listen, and I failed, choked, instead of speaking, then lend me your eyes not ears, 'cause if these words won't be said, then it must be written.
YOU ARE READING
Soulful Art
PoetryComprising of various poems, in no particular order, I hope u guys love it. I hope this book reaches you in any way possible, and I hope its not too shabby.... your votes and comments matters a lot.....Love you guys
