My soul hurts
I want to let her bleed
But I'm not ready to die
Just yet
I still have love songs
To sing
And birds to watch
Mid-flight
In their freedom
One could feel envious
Almost
Yet
For now
I'll stay on the ground
Willingly
And in pain
Though I'm able
To transmute it
Through
The violet flame
Turn the ache
And the rage
Swallowing down
The bitter truth
Gotta remember
We must remain...
In love
Be love
Accept love
That's all there is
Really
Why push it away?
Besides
It's about that time
To wake up
And at em
Into a brand new adventure
Don't think of the worst
But only
Your ideal outcome
You see
I've been doing this
For a while now
This soul recycling
So you can understand
And please forgive me
In my slow pace
But my soul?
She's so
Fucking
Tired
Regardless of this
I'm not going
Anyplace
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary: But Seriously, What the Fuck?
Non-FictionI don't blog, just needed a place to vent. Who knows, maybe someone will read it and empathize or sympathize with me. All I know is, we're not alone. No matter how different we look on the outside, we all go through the same bloody bullshit. So this...
