I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
I wake up, bathe and trying to dress up Waving my hands against my steamed mirror Wondering about what today may have in its hands
By Harydo Neon5 years ago in Poets
Not black, not white Grey perhaps I hide inside my shell While forcing other to come out of theirs I talk about the beauty of love
It is so strange, isn't it? This puzzle called love But then comes the soft spots A place where everything goes dark A breathless position
Sunrise smears its rays on my eyes Big guy expects our daily appointment Missed, while I check my phone, checking ties Checking texts, going downstairs, missing self contentment
Neon, let me in, I can take care of your skeletons I think you have punished me enough for the abandoning Don't let all of this consume you
Change, we all want but never have it A better me is what I am needing But I can't have it, it seems like a far reach So self-doubt's next on the grocery list
Black nights, stars out, a beautiful sight And then, here I am, spilling my heart desires out Somethings really have to change, so I muster the will
Neon, how's it been? Glad to be back on the right wing I heard your cry, heard your heart. Here I am, let me in You think it's that easy? Keep dreaming
I really don't know how I found myself here But I am more worried about why I can't leave As toxic as a German beer Drunk while driving through this pain to Oak creek
I am African, I am Woman Born into a system A system where boys were entitled to education And girls taught about the shape of the kitchen
It is Hard Maybe I am blowing it out of proportion Maybe I am not paying it enough attention Maybe my mental health is at risk but I am not taking it serious
Tired, honestly I could repeat this again, I'm tired Tired of having to fake who I am Tired of trying to please those who I have around