I was composing,
but was
lost in the middle. . .
But my heart is a masterpiece,
pumping countless words
in a single thought.
I have here a secret. . .
Only this time, I dared to burn
the best poem above the earth.
Ssshh. .
To truly say is a founded art,
you touched the life and not the soul.
For in every craft I chose to write,
keeps my purest thoughts in great disguise. . .
Oh, how it pains a poet's heart
to build a cave and dig the ground.
Save my soul from all the lies,
to all the lines you think is right
"Id love to walk, but you chose to run
And now? I nevermind."
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
I was composing,
but was
lost in the middle. . .
But my heart is a masterpiece,
pumping countless words
in a single thought.
I have here a secret. . .
Only this time, I dared to burn
the best poem above the earth.
Ssshh. .
To truly say is a founded art,
you touched the life and not the soul.
For in every craft I chose to write,
keeps my purest thoughts in great disguise. . .
Oh, how it pains a poet's heart
to build a cave and dig the ground.
Save my soul from all the lies,
to all the lines you think is right
"Id love to walk, but you chose to run
And now? I nevermind."
I dreamed of writing this, but never changed a single line.
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