Your presence started to feel Imposing, violating almost Too close, suffocating Your quirks were Irritating, no longer charming You lost your power over me You lost me
Some people are like oil & water. They just ain’t mixing...
Sometimes I just want to disappear And live inside my head Because in my head, the world is so much more beautiful....
But life of a poet is kinda like, the life of an alcoholic. Because No matter how hard you try to stay away from writing or reading .... You just can’t get enough!