You know I've just been warming up,
I hate how much I've been doing this,
Know every word gets just a little hotter as it now burns into the wood.
And that just can't happen because my home is a ship,
And the day I'll burn through all the walls.
You know how I get,
I scribble every little thing down,
And I just can't stop now.
You can't stop it because,
My heart needs it's cleaning,
In order to stay pumping,
Don't worry I'm not scared,
Because yes I am sailing the open ocean,
And I can't quite swim.
But never will I be alone,
Because everything up until the moment I fall into the icy waters,
Has been poured out,
And shared with the lot of you.
YOU ARE READING
The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
