Have I lost the touch I was given from superior, Do my views and likes replace soul that is dripped in my ink, Because as I write I feel Every single line, Like it's my first day at school, My first love, heart break, Backstabbers and enemies.
It fills up this empty ink With fuel, fire and soul, Designs and pictures That I paint on paper No matter how many people Try stop this tide of words I sew together with meaning And life choices.
My emotions are drained Onto the paper like a sponge, Along with those tear drops And for what is to remain Whether it's good or not, Everything I write I feel with passion and pain.
I wrote this because I've had a lot of negative comments about poetry as a whole recently and it frustrated me haha!