I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Let's tell a story, untold yet popular A 10 year old going through what most don't understand It's so weird it took drama to open his tongue
By Harydo Neon6 years ago in Poets
Truth? Truth is I do love you And I know I stutter when I say it Trying not to lay down bonds only to loose it But with every of your smile, a beat skipped
I wish I never took a sledge on those promises I wish I never became who I wasn't meant to be I wish dark paths weren't meant for me
Listen, oh little one. Come sit on this weary lap Let me tell a thing or two about your life and its mishap 8, you meet your bestfriend and it would be special
Down in the dirt, with mud on my hair Consistently falling as I try climbing these stairs Strength leaving my body, hope leaving my soul
My pen never wanted to write this But my mind would ache if I resist So I would write it with all my busting feels Father, yeah, real
Seated on the beach, eyes out to the sea She comes from behind, kisses me on the cheek Smiles and tells me, everything bad would soon cease
Pieces, broken, love unspoken Now I am thinking about you, my totem Without you, my past would have never awoken I always had this face on, my trojan
I am scared of loosing, mind fighting my body Scared of showing this side of me daily I cry inside when I see Ace going through the same things
4am, pupils fixed on my ceiling Overthinking about how I got to this point When did I sort solution in drinking? When did fate toss my coin?
A lonely kid on hell's playground Holding my bright red balloon Every kid had one, no stand out But my whole world suddenly became a typhoon
Let's go right but I prefer left In love with cleanliness with a room unkept Want to be alone but want to have friends Want to have biscuits? No, I would rather have bread
