I'm certainly not
exquisite in how I word
out my true feelings.
I can't paint a Van
Gogh of my emotions for
you, nor would I try.
I don't even know
why I feel the way I feel,
it simply spews out.
It's as though there's just
one little string holding me
back that I can't find.
If only I could
figure out what it is I
want out of this life.
Maybe then I could
stop writing poems I don't
like and start living.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
I'm certainly not
exquisite in how I word
out my true feelings.
I can't paint a Van
Gogh of my emotions for
you, nor would I try.
I don't even know
why I feel the way I feel,
it simply spews out.
It's as though there's just
one little string holding me
back that I can't find.
If only I could
figure out what it is I
want out of this life.
Maybe then I could
stop writing poems I don't
like and start living.
