
Poetry
is
nothing
but a
flowing
free
fall
of
emotion
Poetry is nothing but a spun web
of intricate soul searching and lifelong dreams
scribbled by
c e n t r i c s
who,
e
plagued by indescribable
A D E S
M D N S
SEARCH FOR SOME DESCRIPTION OF SELF.
Poetry is nothing but my only candle in this
mirrored room of darkness
Poetry is nothing...
and yet is all that I am