poets had their head full of love
tho they mistook it for eternal misery
i instead am the antithesis
cause grief won’t act as such
it creeps on you
and covers your view
preventing you from feeling
and leaving you reeling
it’s a feeling in the stomach
that for lone minds like mine
is seen as fleeing wings
rupturing my insides
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
poets had their head full of love
tho they mistook it for eternal misery
i instead am the antithesis
cause grief won’t act as such
it creeps on you
and covers your view
preventing you from feeling
and leaving you reeling
it’s a feeling in the stomach
that for lone minds like mine
is seen as fleeing wings
rupturing my insides