[ november 8th, 2014 ]
i am still fire, as stated before;
destructive once i've set my path,
once you're in my way...
and i'll be damned if you stop me.
(try if you wanna.)
i will not be denied.
i am the quiver in your voice
that comes when you dare to
speak up
to the one that makes you just a little
weaker
in those knees of yours.
[ a.n. - this sucks ass, but i was just thinking ]
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
