I would call myself an artist,
the typical
I write and paint
read books in english
and drink way to much coffee kind of artist
but somehow I wonder
what makes me special?
A question I have been asking me a lot
"Nothing because I wasn't meant to"
I can't paint pictures
into your head with my words
I don't really care, if the shit I am writing is even worth reading
Because in a world full of the gifted
I am swimming in the sky as a devil in disguise
YOU ARE READING
A sad boys diary
Poetry"A poem about the love I couldn't give you About the desire to kiss you And how your eyes used to look upon me Like you wouldn't want to risk to look away"
