Ft. Lauderdale I’m a lost soul trapped in the wrong era on a path of self discovery. I’m merely an accumulation of my thoughts & experiences. Poetry is my outlet & outcome of my brain's momentary creative short fuses. “Thanks for the tragedy I need it for my art.” KC 68 followers / 3.6k words
Maybe if I could leak out the sadness Maybe if I could somehow let it drain Maybe if I could pinpoint the culprit Maybe if I could just hit the right vein Maybe if I could find the exact words Maybe if I could channel purely pain
I had this vivid dream and it gave me a clue A broken bird let me hold it before it flew It had emerald eyes and I instantly knew That every time I see a finch, I’ll think of you