Untittled
I wanted to stay but my heart was loving in vein
My mind was taking over of what I wanted to say
as my heart continue to stay mute and I let my mind
become my voice and come over me like a shadow and held
on to me with a grip so tight that my heart became its vessel.
Was this ship about to sink and drown iF sO yOu waS My tHE iCe bErG tO mY
TiTanic. tHErE was nO LifE JacKEts oR bOAts just the ice that froze me over
and the shadows that you left behind in the night.
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Jazzy_Parrish
Poetry is my life. I think of myself as a MISFIT poet(made up of my own) which is to me is a poet who doesn't fit the status quo but i use my words to explain the world around me that i don't fit into.
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