I wish that I wrote the way I thought.
I know it sounds a bit peculiar.
But when I write,
The words become caged,
As if in fear of people seeing my true colors.
I wish I wrote the way I thought.
I would write about how everything is connected.
I would write as relentlessly as my thoughts were at night.
I would write about you.
Perhaps then I'd realize,
How you have taken over all of my thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
The Poet's Notes
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written in its purest form. From topics of Happiness and Sadness; Love and grief; life and death, all the poetry I've written.
