This word is stuck in my mind for ages now XD Mainly because I've been pointed at with this as it played the role of an insult in the past. And I thought 'this sounds like a poem to me'
"We molded together perfectly, Like we were clay in an artist's hands"
i wrote this a long time ago and just recently found it again. thought i would share.
the way my mind works. something very serious going on but i'm drifting to things unrelated. i've gotten in big trouble for this and it seems fitting that i wrote it into this poem without knowing unt...
"I said take these broken wings and learn to fly"
honestly i just noticed that first line in so many songs i wanted to write it into something and make it mine. so i guess thats what i did?
"People don't understand silence, is one thing i don't need, to survive."
music is one of the three reasons i'm alive right now. this isn't my best work but it holds true.
"If when the demons come for me You recognize my fear"
rather an unrefined poem about someone kind of being left behind i think, yet always loving the one who left them.
This word is stuck in my mind for ages now XD Mainly because I've been pointed at with this as it played the role of an insult in the past. And I thought 'this sounds like a poem to me'
"We molded together perfectly, Like we were clay in an artist's hands"
i wrote this a long time ago and just recently found it again. thought i would share.
the way my mind works. something very serious going on but i'm drifting to things unrelated. i've gotten in big trouble for this and it seems fitting that i wrote it into this poem without knowing unt...
"I said take these broken wings and learn to fly"
honestly i just noticed that first line in so many songs i wanted to write it into something and make it mine. so i guess thats what i did?
"People don't understand silence, is one thing i don't need, to survive."
music is one of the three reasons i'm alive right now. this isn't my best work but it holds true.
"If when the demons come for me You recognize my fear"
rather an unrefined poem about someone kind of being left behind i think, yet always loving the one who left them.