hello,hello
anybody out there
cause i don't hear
a sound
alone, alone
the feeling you get
in a empty
room
echo, echo
scared sounds
bounce off the walls
in repeats
silence, silence
the sound
of nothing
in the air
insane, insane
feelings break out
of you brain
into reality
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
