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Shedding these thoughts that consume me.
More like an idea rather than a poet.
I aim to shed light in the darkest parts of humanity.
It's time to rip that bandaid off right here, right now.
I am not a man, not a woman, I'm not black, I'm not white. I am no one. I am anyone. I am everyone.
I am an idea.
I am the painful truth.
Through the night time did he roam
For he had no place to call his home...
Patiently I will wait for you
No matter how long it takes...
I feel like I'm losing you
But you were never mine to call my own...
With the leaves from the trees I'm changing
All around me rearranging...
I'm sorry for everything I did to you
I think you know this isnt what I meant to do...
The years know more than the days ever could
I dont know what to do. I dont know what to think. I dont know what she thinks of me or even if at all. Will I ever get the answers? Do I already know? I feel like I'm fighting a battle I cannot win.
I was terrified of moving on. The family I built. Moving on meant that the dream was over. I had to wake up.
by Poet on the Piano