Writing is painting colourful pictures
Using words of black and white
We are awake in another world
When we sleep in this world at night
The more we bruise the pages
The more something inside us heals
Our words are bled by our thoughts
We write everything we have felt and feel
We are Warriors armed with pens as swords
Who have fought brutal battles
There's Wilderness in our minds
That can create Empires and castles
Strokes of words that can create worlds
Legends, tales and glories
Love, writers aren't meant to be sane
Because in the end, we all become stories
YOU ARE READING
The Sky Threw Stars
PoetryCosmos Of Emotions.. {Beginner poetry so can be really bad- || discontinued} Between the Feeling of nothing Like a Black Hole And everything Like a Full Heart There is the in-between I find myself there sometimes.. And that in-between will be found...
