At the end of the day, we are all made the same. The same opaque bones than turn translucent, the same neuron structures and the same moonlight, pale and rough. I might speak to you again but definitely not now. It’s not the right time to debate our odds. When…
The Poet and her Lover
Would you want to have something deep
With someone so shallow
I lack the basic traits you need
Yet I move along with you
I cannot bare to look past this moment
When I wouldn’t call you my own
We are strangers even while waking…
Idk
There’s a million version of the emotions I feel
On a daily count I count till three
Till there is no longer a craving for a better life
Till am satisfied with what I have
I get overwhelmed faster than hurricanes could pass
Swift like winds falling from mass
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