More poetry

Feeling

Heat, in my face, Thinking of my future.

Paint, leading me Away from pressure.

Tragedies, meant to be, A lesson in guidence.

Stories, kept close, Defended by silence.

Agony, changing me, Standing my ground.

Slipping, away from you, Part of me is not around.

Detained, now broken chains, Escaping my past.

Mentality, getting blurry, Hope the feeling lasts.

Patience

Wandering inside a black hole, my soul.

Thinking of you, hurting worse than me.

Distance is rough, times we wished we could reach.

Speaking with me, keeping me sweet.

Reminders of who we are, fighters in this world.

If What kills you, makes you stronger, we would already be dead.

Dark thoughts in both of our heads.

Free souls, reaching for comfort.

Years with patience, always been waiting.

Knowing it goes no where, but we are always there.

For eachother we are strong, a unit seen wrong.

Tired of lies, tired of cries, of independence.

One day we will travel the distance, then hold it together.

The glue will be strong, we are our own song.