i used to love the scent of rain
not until it gives me pain
but who knows
maybe this is where my poetry grows
lately, i tend to walk alone
gives me the feeling like i'm never known
thoughts been treating me like a slave
and it's so hard to find a place that makes me feel safe
sometimes i can't feel my feet
most of the time, my heart beat
it's getting really hard to breath
maybe i'm getting closer to the death
as i'm walking away
kinda hoping that they'll beg me to stay
hey, what is this part?
is it where everybody's treating me like a dart?
throw me about a mile
and only be remembered as a small while?
Sunday, 15 January, 2017.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
i used to love the scent of rain
not until it gives me pain
but who knows
maybe this is where my poetry grows
lately, i tend to walk alone
gives me the feeling like i'm never known
thoughts been treating me like a slave
and it's so hard to find a place that makes me feel safe
sometimes i can't feel my feet
most of the time, my heart beat
it's getting really hard to breath
maybe i'm getting closer to the death
as i'm walking away
kinda hoping that they'll beg me to stay
hey, what is this part?
is it where everybody's treating me like a dart?
throw me about a mile
and only be remembered as a small while?
Sunday, 15 January, 2017.