oh how i became a tumblr poet,

by far those are the best.

we stay online and yes we cry,

but willingly love unrest.

when you can't form words (or ones that sing),

you search for one that can.

all in attempt to understand pain,

that is not meant for any man.

so yes we'll scream and fuss and pout,

when life doesn't bring us more.

but this would be only because,

we've worded the perfect stories before.