Oct 2015
I'm tired, my mind is withering away
My hands convulse in confusion when I touch the keyboard
I'm not a writer, nor a lover
Just a simple man, with a simple mind
Realizations came about, once I departed
Poetry just wasn't for me and neither were you.
My hands convulse in confusion when I touch the keyboard
I'm not a writer, nor a lover
Just a simple man, with a simple mind
Realizations came about, once I departed
Poetry just wasn't for me and neither were you.
I use poetry when my heart aches for someone or I go through rainfalls of pity. I use poetry for mental stability instead of facing the problems head on. I shouldn't "use" poems, this art form should be using me. This is my goodbye poem.
