Sometimes what I have to write is more important than what I feel
And sometimes how I feel is more important than what I can write

So when those two meet
Poetry is birthed from my soul
Bleeding on paper are my emotions
Which I hope can take control
I have stood for all and I have fallen for all
Stuck in a dream with a heart full of feelings
If someone can make me feel what’s deep in
I promise to try to love again, if not I hope you can catch me while I am falling for these feelings