My poetry has potency
I listen to my words
and know it's me
growing in the never ending curse,
of feeling and not showing it
a lesson never learned,
to let go of the echo
when I’m feeling so unsure.
Blurring every line
that I’m toeing up,
looking way behind
and like throwing up,
the person that I was
wasn’t old enough,
to see the stuff
that I’ve done and just slow it up,
I just really wanna hit him,
and tell him the fear is there,
because you let it be
and life won’t be fair.
I know that no one told you,
they were never there.
But here is where you are now
so you better care.
It’s okay to take a moment
hocus pocus on my focus,
theres magic in the habits
that have brought me to my lowest.
Growing by the moment,
yet stuck inside emotions,
the motions that I’m going through
expose a man thats soulless.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
My poetry has potency
I listen to my words
and know it's me
growing in the never ending curse,
of feeling and not showing it
a lesson never learned,
to let go of the echo
when I’m feeling so unsure.
Blurring every line
that I’m toeing up,
looking way behind
and like throwing up,
the person that I was
wasn’t old enough,
to see the stuff
that I’ve done and just slow it up,
I just really wanna hit him,
and tell him the fear is there,
because you let it be
and life won’t be fair.
I know that no one told you,
they were never there.
But here is where you are now
so you better care.
It’s okay to take a moment
hocus pocus on my focus,
theres magic in the habits
that have brought me to my lowest.
Growing by the moment,
yet stuck inside emotions,
the motions that I’m going through
expose a man thats soulless.
