I'm not ok..
and no it's not ok
i simply couldn't tell u what i feel
i didn't want you to know how you
you make me feel...
you make me feel alive...
you make me think
you make me write...
pain is my inspiration
you are my blank piece of paper
i'll use my blood as the ink
scribble on all over you...
spill it out these tortured tears
my heart bleeds for you...
all emotions inspire a poet to write, pain like love expresses something positive that could open to relialities of life. You are good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks guys...you're right...cus when i'm happy i can't seem to put...not even two words together...everything i try to write feels fake.