On the deep end
Things get clouded
A feeling of being surrounded
Electric waves coursing through the air
A rhythm
A beat
that can't compare
I listen to the music
As my heart beats in sync
My thoughts disappearing as quick
as a blink
My mind empty
This riff in my head
A tune
A melody
I can't go to bed
Forever consumed by my own thoughts
I don't write with my head
But I do with my heart
YOU ARE READING
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
