28/Cisgender Male/United States This is an outlet.
I've been writing since I was in middle school and had a lot of city and rural life thrown at me. I change tone throughout my writing based much like a journal because that's how I used my writing. Enjoy 23 followers / 5.3k words
Poems used to be about the blood spilled to etch words of heroes of old The victories made in defeats face When the dawn was after its darkest But as time went on I couldn't remember the things I wrote But I never let go of the pen knowing What it was for
I cant ask for more of you, but loath the word less I cant ask to see more of you, I loath the idea of being void of you I could always use more of you Today I ask though,with no reason Am I too much for you?
We don't know what we're doing it wasn't me hands full of gems eyes full of lust we didn't know what we we're doing please help us eyes full of tears theres no one to trust