Dying to Breathe Poetry

I Feel like I'm Dying A lot Lately

Dying From Love And Dying In Love

Sometimes I can't even produce the words

So, I just let the words of my poetry speak…

 

So many words in my head

Just bouncing around waiting to be fed

Fed into some kind of masterpiece from a broken past

Filled with so much pain and so much anger my words need air!

 

So, I breathe life into my words,

By Telling The Stories Of My Reality Of Pain,

Because I Learned Nobody Ever Heals Reading A Bunch Of Fantasies,

Therefore, I Breathe Poetry While I'm In Captivity Yet I'm Still Poetically Free!

 

I will warn you in advance,

There will be no sugar coated fairytales,

No knight in shining armor to save the day,

I'm going to open the darkest areas of my life for your display,

So, be prepared to have a real experience and not another victim waiting to be saved!

I Am Miss Poetic Rain And I Breathe Poetry Everyday…