Mourning artist

I'm searching for myself that I lost. Not the one that I am, not the one that I was.

I keep looking for me in some songs, but maybe I'm sleeping below of few chords.

I'm searching in paintings, I thought, that even uncolored they would be better worlds.

Maybe I'm hiding behind empty words.
Cause I'm not good with actions, and I'm acting of course.

And I don't like this poem at all, cause the guy who wrote it it's not me for sure.

..... I'm not who you loved...

Those nights I'm dreaming, you're here, with your weak little breath warming my ear.

Whispering... "I found you...There is nothing to fear".

Author's Note

Sorry my friends.
I'm not good at English. I believe I've done a lot of mistakes.

Reviews

[WH]

Your English is fine
I love your poem.
The first four line really resonated with me

[Zeden]

I appreciate that. And I'm happy that you liked it. I'll wait to see your next work... Whatever it is.. And I'll be glad if you ever correct any mistakes mistakes in my writing.

[WH]

Thank you. I look forward to fruitful interactions with you as we'll