Apr 2014
I stopped writing and I started feeling
Without words I could no longer push reality away
Instead I spelt the words across my flesh
Instead of writing beauty. I spelled out destruction
I no longer wrote about the dreams of another
I lived the nightmares of my own
Without words I could no longer push reality away
Instead I spelt the words across my flesh
Instead of writing beauty. I spelled out destruction
I no longer wrote about the dreams of another
I lived the nightmares of my own
I wrote this a while ago, just wanted to write more, but I like this how it is. No need to push, I'll just write a different poem if I want write.
(31/United States)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
