i used to have this skill
of writing beautiful words
it developed through my misery
it resounded in my nerves
i had rhymes in my head
and i put them together
i made people feel things
with an assortment of letters
but now my mind is too full,
too scattered, too broken
and all those words have slipped;
my thoughts have come unwoven
absolutely unraveled,
solidly unfrozen,
fantastically shattered,
an organized explosion.
those beautiful words
lost in the blast
i used to wish my mind would die
and it happened at last.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
i used to have this skill
of writing beautiful words
it developed through my misery
it resounded in my nerves
i had rhymes in my head
and i put them together
i made people feel things
with an assortment of letters
but now my mind is too full,
too scattered, too broken
and all those words have slipped;
my thoughts have come unwoven
absolutely unraveled,
solidly unfrozen,
fantastically shattered,
an organized explosion.
those beautiful words
lost in the blast
i used to wish my mind would die
and it happened at last.
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