Artwork by @botiako (Instagram)

I just want to pen down a couple of poems and publish later and get that feedback from fans and critics alike, however that might not happen in a while.

I might be broken, all my emotions seem stolen and far away I probably might be writing rubbish but it’s my rubbish which I cherish. I probably might pass it off as a treasure.

They say light shines brightest in the dark Urn…….that’s a lie. My emotions and ideas should be at it’s peak if that was true, however, they seem out of reach.

There are days I feel they are almost in my reach until I reach out to touch it. I guess this is what broken feels like. 

No comments:

Post a Comment

| Designed by Colorlib