Emotions fuels my writing,
Like gasoline fuels cars,
Like depression fueled the
Success of those good songs
That i listen to while
My mind is,
Probably on his way towards
Thinking of you.
Do you know who I am?
Please tell me who I am,
Then I wouldn’t be so
Lost trying to find myself,
I try to find myself in other people,
I’m just a poet,
A college student
A “writer”
A person that lost an opportunity
To be with someone who cared about him,
A person that, without consent, loses friends,
Thinking it’ll be better for them,
That they don’t get to know more about me.
And as you can see,
Emotions are the raw energy that
Keeps me writing,
The same as writting keeps me sane
From these emotions that burn into my skull
As the same temperature the stars emit,
Those little flying rocks in the sky,
That without hesitation fall
From the place they find more dearest,
It’s a good thing the sun doesn’t let us
Escape his grip,
And keeps us around
So he can show the moon,
How much he cares about her.
That’s why I adore space so much,
The stars,
Te fact that the light I see and adore,
Is probably a star that’s about to die,
Wishing me goodbye,
So farewell little star,
It’s a good thing,
That you can’t see my last shining moments
On this earth,
So Goodbye,
Goodbye to the constellations of dying stars,
That fueled with emotions
Shine the dark away.
Goodbye old friend,
I’ll keep observing you for a while,
Hope you still have more stories to tell.
Because I’ll keep listening,
Until my light fades away too.