I struggled in the past To write a respectable rhyme More I create the harder it gets Have to put in increasing time But this is the first time in months By far the most in years Inspired I have felt It's all thanks to my tears Bad news is I'm crying That means more pain Root of excellence isn't sunshine For me it's pouring rain Meaning hidden in the suffering Can't feel good 100% of the time Otherwise things wouldn't feel good at all Without other to compare it to Is no difference between short and tall I express better in shades of sorrow Than I do in colorful rainbows and bliss Negative emotions waiting in my soul I try to verse happiness Doesn't come out sounding truly authentic That's because it's forced Words meant to gallop freely Not corralled Coerced I suffer writers block in moments of peace In a way I'm grateful we are apart Won't lie and say I'm not bothered by it At least the result is some beautiful art
Going through this breakup has really brought out my creative side
rustic brain calls upon late a night, wishing things will be done by the breaking of dawn.
oh, how i wish these sleepless nights could end in a spur. for years i have calculated, but have not documented those hideous moments to ever enter my sight. everywhere i look, a bickering thought arrives as if a group of chattering teeth lines through my mind when i'm suppose to be at rest.
in this shallow moment, let this end. in this shallow moment, let's stop crying silently in our bed.
and as the morning rises, we could see brightly of the horizon. forgetting it for awhile until it crawls through at night. an unending cycle that causes a lot of fright. as if our brains lingers to the thought too tight.
rustic brain will soon heal or so, or just life's haunting thrill
... And so, the cycle begins a new, How shallow I feel not here with you. Lies I tell myself to sleep at night Toss and turn, you were my only light. Here I sow with another. She tries but yet I still feel smothered. Empty inside it seems to feel Every day is a battle that I'm trying to heal.
I've seen that look so many times I was bothered at first sight I blink an eye at the thought of you I was terrified inside I never wanted to feel this way I'm tired of walking away Now I'm so afraid for I was bothered that it's bothering me.