I see poets,
And read poems,
I can't understand,
Why I understood,
In words I wished to write,
Yet never once I truly wrote;
But darkness and brightness,
Are honestly meaningless,
Because I'm surviving,
And not living.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
I see poets,
And read poems,
I can't understand,
Why I understood,
In words I wished to write,
Yet never once I truly wrote;
But darkness and brightness,
Are honestly meaningless,
Because I'm surviving,
And not living.
I don't understand.
