I run from all that you created
All that was gone
All that is
Tired of crying and feeling you
All is gone
Nothing here
Leave to find the undiscovered
The untouched
Where i fit in
Where i am free
where i wish
Leave is all i here
leave is all i am
leave is what i do
I live in the sun
I live where it shines
I live where it burns
I am in hell
Nothing but wars
Wars in my mind
leave is all i do
I really like how this is
I really like how this is written.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks
Thanks