You're not alone broðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol
Guardian of twin blades
Precise cut ballerina,
With each indecisive cut
It's a verse cut from me.
Paper, blank canvas
Waiting to be expressed in words.
However, it's cut
By the guardian of twin blades.
Separated by lines of pain,
The paper sheds tears of euphoria.
Moments later,
The paper wanders through the garden of thorns.
With every sigh there's a petal that falls,
The wind carries him across the garden, weighing down more and more.
The shadows of the trees dance around,
Reminding him of bad choices.
Paper cut, still blank canvas
Only torn and alone...
Don't turn around, the paper follows the garden's path.
The heart mourns, the mind remembers.
Why?
Twin blades, why?
Why didn't they cut him all off at once?
Gentle melancholy as he flies through the garden.
The paper thinks for himself,
If maybe I should stop suffering.
He doesn't stop
The paper punishes itself.
It's not about dying
The paper said
It's about pain
And her relief...
a poem by me lol
I always have been an idiotðŸ˜
GIRLBOSS!!!
I'm getting hungry