Started of scared, shaken of the unknown.
I wrote my first ever piece was told it was dope.
Deep and dark I mean I was named the lost_soul.
Everything about me was stone cold, I could barely breath on my own, I took a pen and paper and started pouring out my soul cause with poetry I felt home.
So damn innocent at first, barely known to the world where words spoke so loudly in its silence, I mean think of a siren yet kept silent ear drums being confined in...
No. Wait, don't get to emotional Lorenzo, you were told, I drew the conclusion not to get sensitive, topics I wrote of started being magical, poets loved my poems so my poems became a constructive building for those seeking a comfort scene.
It's been more then 6 months I've been playing my part on this scene, my craft has seen the bad, the worst there's ever been, yet still stands amongst the greats of this app has yet to be seen, I don't brag but damn have a look at what my ink has achieved but yet..
I'm still just a teen at heart, a grown up in thoughts, and one hell of a elder in sight.
Peace🎩.
©lost_soul
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