Here it is,
Finally saying,
I'm flippin it out,
It's so overrated,
Staying inside,
I have my moments,
Flippin out from the inside out,
These lines I keep dropping sound so dead and I hate it,
Inside myself I know there's something colorful,
Maybe that's why I need all these connections in the metaphors,
Hidden in the sights of the oceans and valleys,
Those cracks inside your head,
Lost hiding in the pattern of heart beats.
The mountains so tall you couldn't hear me calling down,
Down to the heart I have long since said laid at the bottom of the ocean,
I promise I keep calling for it,
Even though I don't want to right now.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
