I keep getting lost in this forest of thoughts,
every plant here is covered in chaotic frost.
Trees of emotions are way too high,
poisonous plants of regret love to watch me die.
No matter how much I try to run out,
it always ends where i started coming around in circles.
The only ray of hope is the light of experience falling from the moon of past,
guiding me through this forest carefully yet fast.
Now i'll try once more & this time mark every emotion that scares me,
& cut off the regrets that tear me.
I'll burry the bad thoughts & let them rot,
while planting good ones because i know what I've got.
Running away is useless because this is my mind space,
it belongs to me so all the scary & bad things should to be erased.
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Поэзия"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
