This is

This is just a vent that I made somewhat poetic.

 

This is more than just words on paper.

This is more than just my thoughts.

This is me, coping with life.

This is my sanctity, my serenity, my search for tranquility (so I am sooo sorry if I hurt you).

This is a reflection of my soul, out through the valves from my heart.

This is warm and cold blood, seeping out through the veins attached to my creativity.

This is my love, etched out in subtle yet familiar words on paper, forever… so she can never leave.

This is me reaching out for commonality.

This is me, so please leave me be.

Reviews

[Seriana]

"This is my love, etched out in subtle yet familiar words on paper, forever� so she can never leave."
I love that line. And venting in poetic form is never a bad thing. Great write. I loved it.

[James K. Blaylock]

I really enjoyed this deep piece, man! And I think we all feel this way at some point.

jkb