I'm no extraordinary poet,
I scribble words for none.
These poems prevail not to amuse anyone.
Beginning this day,
I yearn not to entertain my temporary muses.
The fleeting individual that waste time for fun.
I will speculate words for myself,
for my soul to throw into this deserted audience of mine.
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The siren in my head
RandomPoetry from the siren that lingers in my head Here she will sing, All the words that she trailed in my mind She sings me my fantasy and melancholy. She's eternally there when I jump into my ocean of thoughts I listen then drown gradually as she...
