The Search for My Mind
Stupid Little Snippets from My Most Cringey Poems
My days are melting together
my nights are never-ending
-written after I met you
I want to be an artist of words.
I'm tired of being a sandwich artist,
sorry subway,
but I'm so bored with my life.
I wish I had the communication skills
to transfer what goes on in my head,
into terms you could understand.
I think in the language of heartbreak,
and I see in the color blue.
- written at subway
My mind is a thief of time,
My heart is a bandit of affection,
both unaware of consequences.
-found in an old notebook, undated.
my heart is still a virgin,
uncharted territory.
A vast and empty field,
waiting to be crept on.
Many stay away,
There are rumors,
of mines laying around,
Waiting to be touched,
Waiting to explode.
- titled : mine
About the Creator
cookie foot
writing is my therapy don't bully me
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