A poem about time. Rules? What rules? Thanks for reading :)

I'd love to escape this noise...

A short poem I wrote a couple of days ago when my emotions got the best of me

The beauty of a seed lies in what it may become.

This is a poem inspired by a lyric in a song called Dreams, by NF. The lyric is: "Threw away the deck and got my own cards".

The immediate encapsulation of emotion.

Raw, quick and unstructured. Thinking out loud

A personal poem, written in the form of a Petrarchan Sonnet. Perhaps my favourite form? Thanks for reading :)