Goat Whisperer
Well-Known Member
Letting my heart bleed out.
As soothing words come pooring out,
The angered splurs seem to sprout.
The river of pain, of simple emotion,
The stream that drains my thoughts will run.
The frustrations of the day,
Just seem to melt away.
The anger, pain, and sad,
The happy, laughing, and mad.
They flow down my veins
From my pulsing brain
Provoking and evoking
My heart to start to sing
Simple memories,
Floating across the seas
Of my soul's inside
Where my true heart does hide.
I just turned 15 and I haven't been writing for long... on a 1-10
As soothing words come pooring out,
The angered splurs seem to sprout.
The river of pain, of simple emotion,
The stream that drains my thoughts will run.
The frustrations of the day,
Just seem to melt away.
The anger, pain, and sad,
The happy, laughing, and mad.
They flow down my veins
From my pulsing brain
Provoking and evoking
My heart to start to sing
Simple memories,
Floating across the seas
Of my soul's inside
Where my true heart does hide.
I just turned 15 and I haven't been writing for long... on a 1-10