Tag: delasoul poetry
The sun, the moon, the empty soul, tired, tired, sometimes my mind goes blank, overthinking my next move, my life’s diary.
Under the hot sun, blazing, intimate thoughts arise, spaced out, conversations with my mind, in and out of consciousness, under the hot sun, dripping in sweat, a sour taste on my lips, under the hot sun i cried, at least i know i’m alive.
Be yourself, be yourself they say, reach beyond the stars they say, as i become more comfortable, they tell me you’ve changed, reach beyond the stars they say, while in the back of their mind, they wish i stay below the stars, if i shine bright, where does that lead the diamond. -rough diamond