• melevenie 9w

    Not a very nice poetry....

    I don't find any beauty in my sadness
    But I weave a verse and turn it into magic
    I feel so lost, so low
    Everybody does
    But I don't make show
    I pretend I'm so strong
    But then at midnight
    I cave in.
    I don't find any beauty in my madness
    I have to help myself escape it
    The best poetry I wrote
    Was broken rhythmic
    So called prose
    May I didn't even know
    How to write, but I was feeling low....
    ©melevenie