Look into my calm blue eyes
Like waters on the sea
Don't you dive into it
Y
ou might get drown
Don't you take a dip into it
You might reach the ground
And I am quiet like a night
But maybe quiet like a fight
If you ever want to start a fire
You may end in silent cry
Don't be drown in my silence
It might end you in violence
Beware of those quiet ones
Because the calmest part of a sea is the deepest one
So, beware of me
Beware of those quiet ones
Because the most silent time of the night is the darkest one
So, beware of me
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Wicked Me
PoetryThis is the republishing of 1st compilation of my poems which is Wicked Me. Themes about revelling, rebelling, and, falling.
