A hole opens up under my feet
Tryna hold on something but all I find is heat
The heat of adrenaline burning in my blood
And ordering me to overcome the flood
Flood of my fears weighing on my shoulders
My tears that crashed my eyelids , heavier
I'm spinning , flying ...
Tryna give up but I can't afford it
It's not in my nature , not within
My mind , heart and skin
So here I am , swimming back to the surface
Got so much to say , got so much to face
But still ...I'm standing on my ground
Lots of bruises and so many wounds ...
I was falling down
But who says failure and success don't bound ?
CZYTASZ
Swords made of Words
PoezjaOne single word can change a lot of things. One single word can be lost in the dark or bring a new ray of sunshine in someone's life. One single word can be as powerful as a sword ; hurt or comfort you by pushing your fears and darkness away. One si...
