This is the poem I wrote when I was 14. Going through times lol ^^ I was roaming through my old emails and I saw this and apparently sent it to a friend. I know it's mine because I remember writing it. So here it is
Bare
Nothing but bare
Sheer emptiness
Roaming inside of me.
Defuses my light
Sheer emptiness bring back my light.
Cut out paperhearts
Tear them to pieces
The voices I hear them loud and clear
I look at this world
The lies in my world
I live in Surreal
This life
All Life
Nothing is anything without something
A canvas.
Filled with colours
The rainbow and the pot of gold
The leprechaun
Would he give me the gold?
Nothing is anything without something
Reality is the emptiness surrounding it
Life is a painting
I just need to decide
Cut out paperhearts
Tear them to pieces
The voices I hear them loud and clear
I look at this world
The lies in my world
I live in Surreal
Music
What is music?
The eerie sound of my own breathing
or the upbeat sound of the stereo
Music is sound
Sound is Music.
My love
Is like a wet match in a puddle
A pen without ink
A baloon with no air
My love
Can't be ablazed
Can't write words on paper
Can't float in the sky
My love is empty. my love is nothing.
Cut out paperhearts
Tear them to pieces
The voices I hear them loud and clear
I look at this world
The lies in my world
I live in Surreal
But make my feelings real
Nothing but bare
Sheer emptiness
Roaming inside of me.
Defuses my light
Sheer emptiness bring back my light.
Cut out paperhearts
Tear them to pieces
The voices I hear them loud and clear
I look at this world
The lies in my world
I live in Surreal
This life
All Life
Nothing is anything without something
A canvas.
Filled with colours
The rainbow and the pot of gold
The leprechaun
Would he give me the gold?
Nothing is anything without something
Reality is the emptiness surrounding it
Life is a painting
I just need to decide
Cut out paperhearts
Tear them to pieces
The voices I hear them loud and clear
I look at this world
The lies in my world
I live in Surreal
Music
What is music?
The eerie sound of my own breathing
or the upbeat sound of the stereo
Music is sound
Sound is Music.
My love
Is like a wet match in a puddle
A pen without ink
A baloon with no air
My love
Can't be ablazed
Can't write words on paper
Can't float in the sky
My love is empty. my love is nothing.
Cut out paperhearts
Tear them to pieces
The voices I hear them loud and clear
I look at this world
The lies in my world
I live in Surreal
But make my feelings real
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