A pen, a paper and some time,
A few words, turning into a line,
Line by line, stanzas of emotions pile,
Not much wisdom, but a burning desire.
As the flowing ink continues,
Blotting the paper with my views,
It turns into a reflection of my soul,
Defining my existence as a whole.
And when my mind turns into a maze,
New questions on every turn, answers erased,
I try to seek warmth from strangers, to no avail,
Tired heart picks up a pen to convey it's broken tale.
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PoetryPoetries and quotes from the hushed corners of my heart. I write cause my soul demands peace, I hope these provide some to yours as well. Some of the poems here(not all) might be darker than others or have mentions of sensitive topics, I will be ad...
