poetry

feel the beauty…

you could be a drug to me. but those drugs never worked for me. just killing what needed to be free. holding down my heart and soul, as they corrupted the thoughts that made me… me. beautifully crazy about the things, no one has to understand. lost along the way, with no place to be. but in the now. because i can’t stay in my yesterdays, nor do i believe in tomorrows. all i know… is i’ve got to be free. to feel the beauty i hold inside of me.
-joshua ryan stewart

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