I think the writer in me died when I wrote this poem
gravity pulled me in, the galaxy was screaming my name
the stars were craving for my sparkle to shine next to them
my life was like a puzzle and there were so many pieces missing
in the search to find all of those pieces I didnt only lose soulmates..
I also lost the most valueable thing a human could have.. I lost myself..
I started to make a home out of all the places I have bin, empty places
the world was crumbling and I needed to get away from here, soon
but you always were the one who was keeping me here, save and calm
this human was the reason of my breathing the reason my heart beated
it was not right to live like this, it was wrong to live like this, wrong
and I never was a person who would wait for the storm to pass
I loved dancing in the rain with my demons right beside me..
the passion for painting faded just like your picture was fading ..
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
I think the writer in me died when I wrote this poem
gravity pulled me in, the galaxy was screaming my name
the stars were craving for my sparkle to shine next to them
my life was like a puzzle and there were so many pieces missing
in the search to find all of those pieces I didnt only lose soulmates..
I also lost the most valueable thing a human could have.. I lost myself..
I started to make a home out of all the places I have bin, empty places
the world was crumbling and I needed to get away from here, soon
but you always were the one who was keeping me here, save and calm
this human was the reason of my breathing the reason my heart beated
it was not right to live like this, it was wrong to live like this, wrong
and I never was a person who would wait for the storm to pass
I loved dancing in the rain with my demons right beside me..
the passion for painting faded just like your picture was fading ..
the writer in me left me alone to die without any form of passion.
