Am I that little, shy and fragile boy hiding behind a thousand words while my self worth lay rusting in self doubt I made friends with my demons... my invisible roommate Am I that suckler that was nursed and raised by poetry with no shelter for the cold night nor bed to sleep I fed on words and words fed on me talk to papers and fight with a pen.. i am the sad lyrics to a broken song.. see.. my bank account is empty but my brain is filled my words are much but my lips are sealed my hands are willing but my fingers are weak... the society don't give a ****.. so the next time u want to know me.. just take your time to read my piece.. I am everything and I am nothing.. I am Nobody without a pen
“It’s all okay”, That’s what they say, Although they will never know What it’s like in my head, they say it so, I know they are trying, But it will never stop my crying, I’m not okay.
when people are in love they often say they simply fell tripped over their own two feet face forward and into the arms of their beloved
i did more than simply fall onto the ground of your love
you, for me were an ocean and i dived headfirst roughly harshly almost painfully into the waters of “you”
i knew i could not swim but i did so anyway i was drowning entangled in you surrounded by this being of “you” engulfed in this feeling of “you”
and i did not know what came over me but i let myself drown i did not try to swim back up because if i went back to land, releasing myself from your grasp that would mean losing the feeling of “you”
and after submerging into the depth the love the passion of “you”