I'm The Poetry
I'm The Poetry
Now I'm living in the poetry
Alive with the dead art
Burning bodies of words around,
Making me feel so apart.
I crave for breath
And my heart pours to cry
Swelling love inside my veins,
And my feelings turn dry.
The universe has the power
Hope, miracle, and some cure
I'm diving back into the dark,
It certainly helps me, for sure.
I heal against the world,
I heal with the poetry within me.