I am not any of those poets
Am not a writer
And never really wanted to be one
But i keep forcing the voices in my head
To be written onto this paper
Trying to evade from all the pains
I set my thoughts across the paper
Freely, deliberately taking its time
To conquer every single page
Under my realm
I can breathe the fresh crisp air
And let my thoughts away
In the frigid cold night
//fa//
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
I am not any of those poets
Am not a writer
And never really wanted to be one
But i keep forcing the voices in my head
To be written onto this paper
Trying to evade from all the pains
I set my thoughts across the paper
Freely, deliberately taking its time
To conquer every single page
Under my realm
I can breathe the fresh crisp air
And let my thoughts away
In the frigid cold night
//fa//