Sometimes

Buru

I'm just putting a thought on paper, no major poetry here, maybe just... catharsis?


Sometimes I can be direct
It is when it pains me most
I choose to use a different voice
And thus in hiding
My turmoil is expressed
Birds and dreams and girls
Spring to life
To suffer and die in pages
As I have in my mind.

genie

i see you going through some though time too, i like this poem, it rhymes