I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
7 AM in the morning and every muscle in my body cringes Battled with my books till the midnight bell stopped ringing Lately my pen has been call but I rarely answer
By Harydo Neon6 years ago in Poets
Oh hello, how are you doing? And why is your face sober? Are you crying inside? I know how you feel, for I am you and you, I
Sometimes I just look at the stars and wonder Do I have what it takes to make a difference? Can I go far beyond my eye sight?
Waking up with the idea your mind was never asleep Side table unemptied with a billion bills And suddenly you wonder what's next in your life?
Middle of the night, there goes an owl speak Things made sense, maybe not to people of this modern scene The world has lost it, my pen has seen it all
That boyfriend, one who is always there for his girl And treat her just as penguins treat a good ol’ pearl That boyfriend, who wants to always make his queen smile
What happened to the world I grew up knowing? What happened to the world where we all cared for each other? Children put through so much pain
What a journey it has been, A journey where a pen became my beacon of comfort My voice when the voice couldn’t voice a voice
Attention all passengers, this flight is about to take off Heart, Brain, Lungs, hold on to yourself as we go up And so the planes lifts up to the sky
Time, a matter we have no control over Time to live, time to love, time to start over Like a cycle, or a tape played on repeat
Standing there, looking directly at his face With so much rage and suprise in a mixed state You look at her , you look at him
Here you were, thinking you needed to talk to someone Telling him or her about how you need to heal from this loving And along came this brother who, you trust so dearly