you deserved a hundred love songs
but i didn't dare to open my mouth
to sing or even talk
when none of the words i could say
could never be beautiful enough
when i can't find the guitar chords
that sound as beautiful as your voice,
when my fingers can't play as fast
as my heart beats when you're in my mind,
so i just write
and i'm not treating you
like
a
god,
even if my poetic side wants to;
i just could never create something
good enough,
beautiful enough,
poetic enough
nor royal enough
for you,
so i just write
not even these words are enough,
but it's all i can do
because i don't know how to make a song
...
so i just write
YOU ARE READING
the beautiful side of misery ¦ pink
Poetryart is nothing more than the way we have to express how beauty looks through our eyes but art, the real, purest and most captivating form of art is finding beauty where nobody else can so i slipped through the most morbid corners of my guts to portr...
