I was in the middle of road,
Finding myself to a place too broad.
Seeking attention—atleast for who is bored,
For I am totally had erode.-Kiel
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A Novel of Poems [COMPLETED]
PoetryIf our love was written in metaphors, Will it be impeccable like heaven? If I became your poem, Will you lay down to me suchlike to a foam? And if you became my novel, Will I prove myself unto something forever? May You and I, Never shut a book...
12am
I was in the middle of road,
Finding myself to a place too broad.
Seeking attention—atleast for who is bored,
For I am totally had erode.-Kiel