I was hurt, I was wounded
But I refuse to lie down
And take this shit
ANY MORE
I’m so fruitful
Have so many things to offer
I can write my way out of any thing
Write through all the pain
Self doubt and insecurities
There are none, as long
As I keep writing…
And keep writing I will
I was naïve, and stupid
And I let some parts of ME go
But I found them
I had no choice
My QUEEN she found me
Asked me “What’s wrong chile?”
And even I didn’t know
I know EVERY THING
According to me
BUT NOT THAT DAY
She put her hand under my chin
And lifted it up
And I’ve been reaching for the stars ever since
AN ORIGINAL BY ME….
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