Jan 2016
With a broken heart
Battling writers block
Is like stringing a broken harp
More or Less
Played the part
Venus and Jupiter
Vary in Color
But they still have one another
Dying my paint set to match my mood
If only make up for a man
To disguise my pain
To hide behind a mask so fake
It crackled underneath
But i cant sleep
I cant even breathe
Its as if I have choked on your spite
And died with its strife
Battling writers block
Is like stringing a broken harp
More or Less
Played the part
Venus and Jupiter
Vary in Color
But they still have one another
Dying my paint set to match my mood
If only make up for a man
To disguise my pain
To hide behind a mask so fake
It crackled underneath
But i cant sleep
I cant even breathe
Its as if I have choked on your spite
And died with its strife
I just recently joined hello poetry as a way to read other peoples work and let them take a few thoughts at mine . I'm not to shy of a follow feel free and i shall return the favor unless I find you first ~ Shonn
