Self Discovery
Am a writer Off course I am I pride myself of been poetic Invading the minds of my subjects Leaving all spellbound While they beg for more With Hearts torn open. Feelings spread across the floor Thoughts gushing out The very window to the mind open I try not to bleed my *heart out* But My quill is moving Ink spilling Blood flowing Definitely no better feeling My life is an open book Tales rolling out Secrets rising from the ground Nothing holds me bound So this is Me Hidden beyond bare eyes But receptive to clearer minds If you want to know me, Please read my thoughts But Pay more heed to my words.