BUT
To pen down my thoughts,
i need no life of draughts.
life is much more than what may appear
its a very happy and cheerful fanfare.
But why in the heart there is a still?
a empty space to placid to fill?
But is dont care nor do i pity,
you will never see a piece of my souls integrity.
But the rumors do take on my bones
what i loose the other shall own.
But who says i care anymore?
As time will fade i'll name it good riddance so on and so forth!
But does it matter what i want?
they say i craft emotions just to flaunt!
But i will fly in the sky,
to those who want to interfere i say alrite goodbye!
WORDS
I have a school of thoughts and a dictionary of my own,
they have new meanings & share my secrets and unknowns!
It will be presumptious if you think i'll disclose what they are!
they refer to me, my hidden self long and far!
These words are magical if you understand!
so many meanings they simultaneously withstand.
The only fear is that you might mistake my plain idea,
you shouldnt detest my hearts still unearthed are.
So, its better that i keep those to myself again,
i am satisfied for, speteration is always a ceaseless pain!
