When the flow of words,
Overrun my thoughts,
Am forced to pick a pen,
Ink down the word's in a paper,
In a order,
In order to make sense.
I just write,
I don't know what else to do,
Write to fill the void in my heart,
Write to silence inconsiderate Doubt's,
Loud thought's, drowned thought's,
Dreaded nought's,
Why does silence manifest so loudly,
Why is emptiness so heavy,
Why does emotion's always overcome logic,
Why does reality not seem so real,
Is love a feeling or emotion,
A blurry line separates the two.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
When the flow of words,
Overrun my thoughts,
Am forced to pick a pen,
Ink down the word's in a paper,
In a order,
In order to make sense.
I just write,
I don't know what else to do,
Write to fill the void in my heart,
Write to silence inconsiderate Doubt's,
Loud thought's, drowned thought's,
Dreaded nought's,
Why does silence manifest so loudly,
Why is emptiness so heavy,
Why does emotion's always overcome logic,
Why does reality not seem so real,
Is love a feeling or emotion,
A blurry line separates the two.
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