Just a writer trying to express his passions to the world!
I think we limit our own potential placing boundaries on ourselves in fear of what we may encounter, too afraid to venture out into the unknown
By Jeanroy Grant4 years ago in Poets
You hide your pain through masks of strain, constant bouts, your thoughts uncaged, dodging rounds of pent-up rage,
He was infatuated with your physique never your mind, sometimes he’s left wondering how did he gain your time,
Picture no guidelines people coming off the sidelines, hunger no different from anybody living prime time,
We question the profanity’s of the world but still exceed them, still deprave ourselves of the ideals that deceive them,
We wish to be left alone but not long enough for solitude to become home, maybe solitude is too sweet so we look for others to lighten its taste,
I think we fear the word forever it’s continuity in time sets it apart from everything else to where when we hear it escape lips
The world is built of words so I bleed upon the lines of reality with love and rage, a blazing red that finds comfort in
The city is large but the love in a humans heart can expand further, more than enough to engulf all no matter the crowd,
The idea that in order to achieve love you have to go through hell is a false narrative love comes in many forms
