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Mar 2014
I wish I could show how I felt without others viewing me differently. I use words to get out how I feel. I'm not always able to get it out but I can see what I write about. I know there's always something I forget or wish I could've said I sometimes relieve the moment after it passed.
I remember everything I see smell and feel thinking about the moment. I'm one who thinks way too much instead of feeling with my heart opening up.
The only time things feel right is when I'm writing I go into my own world exploring emotions. If I'm not writing I'm playing with my guitar the soul and spirit comes out since humanity mistakes happiness for weakness.
My heart has so much to show but the fear of loss keeps it from being hurt. It craves to be loved but it feels everything is under terms and conditions.
The mind a protector keeping the overwhelming feelings from being misled by the heart.
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   ---, Paula Lee, Red Bergan, M and betterdays
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