Biography of Matt Yates
Matt Yates Poems
There is a time in everyone’s life when there is realisation. It’s what makes us learn. Because without realising something you don’t
How do you know that you love something? Is there this absolute overwhelming feeling that many of us imagine it to be? Or is it just the longing for something? How can you be so sure?
I can’t explain how I’m feeling, I just don’t know how to find what’s wrong There’s this emptiness inside of me And I feel I don’t belong.
My heart is aching. I’m fighting back the tears. Even dreams are against me. I long for the touch of affection.
Blood is the essence of life for most beings. Some of them fear it. Others crave it. Others crave it so much that they would lose their own for it.
The shadows are rising and falling. Covering me from the inside out. I don’t know how much longer I can keep them at bay. I am surrounded by people yet I’m alone.
Blood is the essence of life for most beings.
Some of them fear it.
Others crave it.
Others crave it so much that they would lose their own for it.
The blood we’re “blessed” to have sometimes turns on us.
The very thing that gives us life gives us death.
There is nothing that can help you without wanting something in return.