Post by Admin on May 25, 2018 19:03:21 GMT -8
Like a river poetry flows,
out from the depths of my soul
words grow.
Rooted from my mind,
experiences, and time
poetry blooms for me
parting my lips
as it pours from my core
wrapping around my heart,
encasing my life with a thorny
bribe.
Poetry chokes my mind,
but gives me more time
to breathe deeply,
it allows me to vent so
I don't dip deeper into depression.
Poetry is my outlet,
my inspiration,
my moon to my stars,
and the star of my story.
© Admin
out from the depths of my soul
words grow.
Rooted from my mind,
experiences, and time
poetry blooms for me
parting my lips
as it pours from my core
wrapping around my heart,
encasing my life with a thorny
bribe.
Poetry chokes my mind,
but gives me more time
to breathe deeply,
it allows me to vent so
I don't dip deeper into depression.
Poetry is my outlet,
my inspiration,
my moon to my stars,
and the star of my story.
© Admin