When u take a deep breath but don't feel the air getting into your lungs then touching your heart When u feel the void inside your heart grow And u start losing the rhymes and flow When u watch your pain Grow and grow It looks like the stars my cousins's parents had painted on their ceiling They glowed in the dark We used to lie on their carpeted floor and watch them then make a wish And pretend that we got what we wished for There were other one's glued to my uncle's room's ceiling I used to turn the lights off And hold my cousins up So they could touch the stars It glows like them It looks like them Only less beautiful Less wonder full But equally powerful And they're more of scars then stars
When it hurts and u don't know why Or want to know why U just want to draw with the silver brush And watch the red paint dry When u lose yourself In the noise of life Sounding like the busy streets of NY When u no more know what you are writing on this paper But hope it turns out decent Hope that when u read it later It makes a bit of sense But it doesn't Yet it does But that is poetry Not about the rhymes Or the flow But about that feeling Of yes is makes sense Yet it doesn't It's about the goosebumps in the romance The tears in the sorrow And the tinge of hope for tomorrow
This is my first all over the place poem Plz let me know if I need to delete it