finally i have words
to throw out of my head
to pour down on a paper
or a napkin
finally the page gets filled
yes meaningless words
and unnecessary phrases
but that's all I've got
i have got a cluster of them
inside, a mess
i won't be sane
if i stored them in me
for one tiny second
the casualties
i could burst
blast whatever
the fact that very few people would read
makes me write even more
I'm not an influence
I've got no eyes on me
my words won't have affect on many
my poems, they mostly lack meaning
and because why not
goodbye
and just like that i run out of thoughts
YOU ARE READING
about a queen
Poetrywhere she writes about people or places or incidents that influence her in unique ways or just makes her bitter and make her think, in a way shaping her.
