Waking up in the morning,
To falling asleep at night,
To the darkest that surrounds me,
To the point that its too bright.
Music soaring in one room,
A figure laying across a bed,
Being alone,
No troubles,
Seeming to be dead.
Keeping to myself,
Writing,
More than a single poem.
Accepting my mind
as my only home.
I'm alone and i love it!
Its the only place to be free,
The place i can spill my feelings,
The place i can be me.
This is a beautiful poem! I could never write that well at your age. Keep it up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Accepting my mind as my only home---> the best lines for me keep your pen busy your thoughts are so deep/ 10 for your mind, your only home