May 2013
My spot in the woods
With the green with the trees
Swaying swing falling and feeling
The suns on bright, i'm here alone.
My spot in the woods
It fixes nothing it heals no wounds
Tumbling struggling
Calling out to the open air ,
the plants blooming my mind is booming
I'm screaming .
But i'm still here alone just reading
My spot in the woods
Softly sing with the breeze
Soon ill be leaving
Gravity pushes me back
With memories
In my spot in the woods
With the green with the trees
Swaying swing falling and feeling
The suns on bright, i'm here alone.
My spot in the woods
It fixes nothing it heals no wounds
Tumbling struggling
Calling out to the open air ,
the plants blooming my mind is booming
I'm screaming .
But i'm still here alone just reading
My spot in the woods
Softly sing with the breeze
Soon ill be leaving
Gravity pushes me back
With memories
In my spot in the woods
I wrote this a while ago its very scattered the day i wrote it i was still dealing with a lot , let me know if you understand it not for everyone but i know someone might be feeling the same. Not too experienced of a writer i just started a little bit ago i appreciate whatever help i can get developing my own style of writing
