So imperative my thoughts are
So random they can fly
So as my soul is without limits,
but my body does.
So as my mind thinks of you more often,
but my heart shouts of no name.
So as this glimpse of happiness pours a liquid gold,
I showered.
So I get addicted to the air,
but it became thinner,
I can't breathe.
So as I am praying for wings to fly
but good heavens gave me a pencil to draw it, instead
So as I call you, but forget that you don't have a name.
And I am limited,
and my body,
So-so.
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The Moon I Become and other Poems
PoesieA collection of poems dedicated to the undesirable parts of oneself told from the first-person point of view. Unfavorable situations are also reckoned thus becoming disliking of the self-being. Some of these poems also narrated self-pity and self-h...
