Pain is my greatest motivation.
Contentment just a sign of deflation.
And in my cycle of emaciation,
I write my weight in words.
Hate is the weakest retaliation
Nations use for further aggravation.
I asked her to meet me at the station,
And saw her head on the train,
Hustling along with the herds.
For you I would kiss poetry
In a world so loud and poisoned
Let me take to a place where we
Would roam free.
It's about how words could impact a,single soul.
How it could help even the people in the worst of situations. No matter where in this world. Because even in a world of constant destruction. Just That single person could take you away from it all.
— The End —