• alien_travel_ 4w

    Still learning

    Still learning what a poet is.
    Maybe its a sentence.
    25 to life.
    Or maybe its Frost.
    The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
    But I have promises to keep,
    and miles to go before I sleep
    Its hard to explain
    The visions.
    Driving me insane.
    I know your mind is criminal.
    Still blessed with an opportunity to change.
    So I keep it minimal.
    Keep your head up in that cell.
    I wish i didnt have to put a needle in my arm just to visit my bestfriend in hell.
    We miss you.
    We will get through.
    I could have easily been right there with you.
    Found comfort in words,
    I'm still learning to use.
    Because you got your angel wings
    this the reason the angel sings