Poem Collection

Thoughts in black

I don't really know what I'm thinking about

So don't ask

Whenever I start to speak out my thoughts

They start wearing a mask

I think too much

I think about a lot

I shout them out loud and whisper them

When I should not

I used to think in colour

Grass is green, roses are red, violets are blue

It got so much more complicated 

As I grew

Not "Grass is green"

But: What's the best way to ask this?

Not "Roses are red"

But: When I'm not around, will I be missed?

Not "violets are blue"

But: Do I speak or do I die?

The thoughts I think in black

Are going to make me cry

You can barely feel them

Because the way I wrote them is giving you chills

But I feel them all the damn time

And feeling them in black kills.