never been afraid to make a journey alone.
most of the time i walk. i am the only one.
then i think about it and then i start to run.
run so hard i cant breathe and my legs just numb
forgetting the reason im outside is to be free.
and the only thing im running from is me
sometimes writing poems about my struggles helps.
i hold this rose in my hand.
i squeeze it tight to understand.
it is dead as dust, only a matter of time
for this rose is beautiful in my mind.
and when i bleed, i bleed inside.
cause my heart is broken
and my love is blind.
most of the time i walk. i am the only one.
then i think about it and then i start to run.
run so hard i cant breathe and my legs just numb
forgetting the reason im outside is to be free.
and the only thing im running from is me
sometimes writing poems about my struggles helps.
i hold this rose in my hand.
i squeeze it tight to understand.
it is dead as dust, only a matter of time
for this rose is beautiful in my mind.
and when i bleed, i bleed inside.
cause my heart is broken
and my love is blind.
mustangbeauty:
Wow can i relate to your first one very much so and the second but the first one was quite at home!!!!! Very nicely written, thank you for sharing! I agree, i use to write them quite often to help.
mustangbeauty:
Hugs!!!!!!!!