Incoherent rant. It rhymes but doesn't really fit . Unbalanced lines.
Advice on grammatical errors is welcome as always (there might be too many of those errors in here).
As the poem might pose me to...
Winter snow ❄️- losing one can be hard and the process can be very sad and lonely so here goes my idea or metaphor of loss
Everyone goes through a period of turmoil at a certain point in their lives where they can't even decipher the cause behind their chaos.
You loved writing poems and I loved watching you write them. But now you're gone. I'm all alone now.
Rainy days are too much for me
Of joy..
Rainy days are too much for me
Of joy..
Thoughts I layed on paper listening to witch house music in a chaotic library.
I love writing, it's the only thing I feel I can do right and if I can't even do that, I'm nothing more than bones sticked to motionless muscles. 😑🤨
for the one who I wish I never met
for the one I risked my heart for
This poem is what happens in my head when I over think about future
In our contemporary world the more a society is colourful, the more it's diving into an unseen gloominess
Incoherent rant. It rhymes but doesn't really fit . Unbalanced lines.
Advice on grammatical errors is welcome as always (there might be too many of those errors in here).
As the poem might pose me to...
Winter snow ❄️- losing one can be hard and the process can be very sad and lonely so here goes my idea or metaphor of loss
Everyone goes through a period of turmoil at a certain point in their lives where they can't even decipher the cause behind their chaos.
You loved writing poems and I loved watching you write them. But now you're gone. I'm all alone now.
Rainy days are too much for me
Of joy..
Rainy days are too much for me
Of joy..
Thoughts I layed on paper listening to witch house music in a chaotic library.
I love writing, it's the only thing I feel I can do right and if I can't even do that, I'm nothing more than bones sticked to motionless muscles. 😑🤨
for the one who I wish I never met
for the one I risked my heart for
This poem is what happens in my head when I over think about future
In our contemporary world the more a society is colourful, the more it's diving into an unseen gloominess