honestly
it's been so dull
so many hours without writing a single line,
so many time without poetry,
no life, no love, no pain, no feeling,
so many time without feeling
the ink rushing through my veins
i've been living
without what makes me, me;
my weapon, my shield,
my relief, my words...
but i felt,
oh, i really felt!
i've been on the top of the world
and i had to kiss again the cold floor,
my chest has felt that intense fire
that burns my ribs so many times
and i've smiled until my face hurt
i learned to love again,
to laugh again,
and maybe cry and suffer more than i should
but i'm finally
writing,
so watch me;
i'm blooming in colors you've never seen
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...
