I attempted to write and I'm not sure what it is, but I want to know if I have the potential to be a good writer?
You say you want to give up, yet you still persist.
You say you want an end, yet you still desire the beginning of each breath.
Jump over. Feet which half dangle from the edge, feel the breeze shuffle through your hair yet feel its pierce against your skin.
Grip your last desires as you run your hands across your face.
Fixated on the sides, divided by the line. One foot in front, one foot behind.
Suppose you step through one day, and forget how selfish you are.
Yet you still stand there saying you love.
And if not, how to I become a good writer?
You say you want to give up, yet you still persist.
You say you want an end, yet you still desire the beginning of each breath.
Jump over. Feet which half dangle from the edge, feel the breeze shuffle through your hair yet feel its pierce against your skin.
Grip your last desires as you run your hands across your face.
Fixated on the sides, divided by the line. One foot in front, one foot behind.
Suppose you step through one day, and forget how selfish you are.
Yet you still stand there saying you love.
And if not, how to I become a good writer?