I shouldn't expect much,
But a bucket of salty water,
With not much use,
But an unclear mirror.
Who gave me this?
I ask.
Only to realize that I made it myself,
For no purpose,
But to relieve my heart,
Of all pressure drowning it.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
