Poems from indigoblu97
A long time ago
I asked myself
what was thing called love?
why the hell do people want it so bad?
how come I can never feel it? ...
I've always looked at life like a fight
ignoring that it might be one
I might not win
subduing the chaos
and guiding it into being...
I wish I could feel the raindrops
falling on my face
the distance between the sky and me
feels so out of place.
strip away these...
if you could only pick one
the blunted blade or the one shot gun
fast paced pain
or slowly dying
if i picked either
i'd be surely...
I don't think I ever told you
I don't think I ever had the chance
tripping over my tongue
and my feelings
and my feet
when I knocked...