"Poem" by Unknown

Yesterday I found a piece of paper on the floor of the practice room and being curious and nosey I picked it up to read it, and It was a poem that was, for some reason, ripped up.
By the type of writing I would assume it to me a male, but I don't know.
I googled and I don't believe it was by a published poet. It seems to be a rough draft by the way things were writted and placed. I found them appealing and liked them. I just want to know what they were thinking when they wrote it.




"keep this feeling
inside the room you sit in
where the ink falls like a thunderstorm
from the walls
this feeling
you can't handle
keep the truth inside
and feel this truth run through
like the rain outside



let these stars guide your way
and not to clocks but to
green grass all around
i swear it wont be less
than perfect


perfect like the eyes you hide from me.
skewed and sorrowful are these fingers you witness
the start of a perfect ending"

-Unknown