I speak not,
Not for fear of response,
But for fear of what I'll say.
I am blank,
Not for fear of being read,
But for fear of what I'll let show.
Now you compare me to the clouds
To the hidden sun
Even to the unsteady waves.
I know what I want
And I know what I need
But you'll fight
Just to know what I feel.
YOU ARE READING
JOURNEY INTO MY WORLD
PoetryWhen there's no one to turn to, we tend to turn to the one thing that's almost secrete to us. I turn to my pen and paper. My life might not be all that interesting but why don't u let curiosity get the better of you.
