Thanks again,
For not saying a word about the things I do,
And you can not understand what it's like to crawl inside your skin,
Begging to expand into a bigger space than my body,
And I don't know what to feel,
And I look at the views of me,
And it's not a very disappointing thing to see,
And yet I sit back and think about how capable I am,
To fill the plans in my head,
And I'm holding on to fact that I could actually pull it off in a suit,
I've seen that look in the mirror and it's a strange thing,
How it holds up my heart,
It really could be,
Just one beat,
I am pleading,
Where's my thump thump thump,
Why does it still hide deeper in the ocean,
Maybe it did freeze.
Because it feels as though all has stopped,
I can't feel it,
The beautiful colors are hidden in the beat,
The ones I poured out,
In the ink.
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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...
