poetry is perfect
a shadow of myself
a fan to the flames of my feelings
the power in the music
the language in the length
and every moment that i remember
don't forget me
don't lose your faith
the planes of this life are shifting for better
it's late at night
but still i'm here
lying awake waiting for it
the realization hits
it's not the poetry
it's my heart
Just some little thoughts. I was tired of contention, so I just sat here thinking....and typing obviously. It kinda seems like word vomit, but my thoughts aren't as connected as I would like right now.
Oh happy day!
