I am alive.
Once the tears no longer sting
my sadness starts feeding off the intensity of the fire inside me
And for a little while
I am the calm inside the storm.
Until I'm not.
And I explode
Stardust shower my passion
It washes away the fallacious
It gnaws clean the misery
I conjure up sentences I've pent up
For so long
There's an enchantment to the truth I've been seeking
And found.
Seized, Sorrowed, Shattered
I will no longer be the synonyms of sorry.
I have found.
I am found.
Because the way I see it,
I am alive on words.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
I am alive.
Once the tears no longer sting
my sadness starts feeding off the intensity of the fire inside me
And for a little while
I am the calm inside the storm.
Until I'm not.
And I explode
Stardust shower my passion
It washes away the fallacious
It gnaws clean the misery
I conjure up sentences I've pent up
For so long
There's an enchantment to the truth I've been seeking
And found.
Seized, Sorrowed, Shattered
I will no longer be the synonyms of sorry.
I have found.
I am found.
Because the way I see it,
I am alive on words.
