I feel like a language you
can’t understand, like
i’m missing out on
life, yours, mine.
don’t think for a
second that my roses
are without thorns,
i’m low-key in my lane
fighting, learning, chasing
the dreams hovering within
my head space.
…thoughts…mind…power…
is anything really worth it though?
i keep trying and trying,
tossed by the wind like
a tumbleweed. maybe
this time, life will
let me spread my
wings and fly high
up into her sapphire sky.
Picture: unknown
Inspiration: FOMO – Fear of Missing Out!
Omg whenever you write it feels so real. Like you’re in my head
Lol. Thank you. I try to make my poems about real thoughts and emotions and it’s so cool that you felt it. My plan’s working lol 💃🏾😊