Down and Out
It’s not that simple,
these feelings I can’t express.
They suffocate me.
Will I ever find
an easy way to your side,
when you mean this much?
Music always heals,
rhythm, pitches, expression,
yet a curse it brings.
Insecurities,
burdens that I struggle with,
indefinitely.
A little haiku,
as if whiny poetry
lacked pretentiousness.
these feelings I can’t express.
They suffocate me.
Will I ever find
an easy way to your side,
when you mean this much?
Music always heals,
rhythm, pitches, expression,
yet a curse it brings.
Insecurities,
burdens that I struggle with,
indefinitely.
A little haiku,
as if whiny poetry
lacked pretentiousness.