(1/13/2021 BR) 131 words
The poet likes to use his pen as a sword.
He slashes it across the paper,
He let's it bleed on his hands until he is satisfied.
He only leaves traces of a broken heart.
The poet uses his words as shield to protect him from people.
He pours out his heart onto the paper,
He just wants to reconized and appreciated.
The poet leaves himself anonymous.
On social media,
People praise him.
For something they don't understand.
The poet didn't ask for this.
He never wanted fame,
He just wanted people to understand what he was saying.
That's all.
He is just a poet,
With a riddled heart,
And a silver tongue.
He is just a poet,
Who is lonely.
And he is fine with that.
YOU ARE READING
My idiotic love
Poetrypoems starting from 2020 to current. this is my second book of poetry. um not sure what else to put here so uh yeah. trigger warnings be careful and take care of yourself! lots of love from the author. :)
