I’ve been looking for solutions
Mostly in half-drunk cups of coffee
You know me. You can guess already. I’ve been going on walks alone quite often lately.
And I can’t help but think and think and overthink
Oh God, I can’t find answers! I scream and cry
And drink more coffee
Maybe some answers just aren’t there yet.
Maybe some of them are me.
And the great name of insanity
Soaked through my head;
I was not loved.
I could feel the same
old age of mine.
Yet when they came to greet me,
I was just as strong as young,
And I knew that somewhere in
I could live forever.
I just had to break away,
At times you’d smile
Like this world
Was the most perfect thing.
You’d lose a piece of yourself
In the beauty
You were never whole
Me and life
Have been playing a game lately
The winner gets you
I think I am losing
You seem distant
And full of life
Hello. I am the Little Writer.
I am living in London, and I am way too young for many of the things I am experiencing.
I write too much
and drink coffee in excessive amounts
and my love for poetry is infinite.
I take in my life with all that comes along and I am on my way to living my dreams.
I want to share my little poems and stories with you. Haunt you a little sometimes.
This will be the story of the Little Writer in London.
See you soon,
The Little Writer