Poetry - 1
No deception, no fraud, nothing else
Love, passion, sadness and grief are mine.
I am lucky that I am alive
Otherwise even death keeps looking at me.
Poetry - 2
I am happy
But I don't know how to express it.
I am sad
But I don't know how to express it.
People think I am stone-hearted
But I don't know how to become a spectacle for people.
About the Creator
Vichaar
of these thoughts that human has become the most important species in the world, it is these thoughts that have made man the son of God or the son of Satan, therefore whatever your thoughts may be, they are important.
I am write my thoughts
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Take Me With You
I've been here, my love. Watching, waiting. I've wanted to come to you, but I can't seem to break free of these wrought iron bars. You must have looked upon my face at least a hundred times these last few months, yet your face never once lit up for me. Not the way I know mine does for you. It's like you didn't recognize me anymore.
By Kenny Penn7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
what a wonderful poem!