All these poetries
that i've wrote
All of those times
that we've bought
I'm still thinking
and still wondering
If it's right
to put some meaning
If it's worthwhile
to contemplate for
this uncertain feeling
'Cause honestly
i don't have any rights
to demand
I don't have any ideas
what this really means
to take a stand
It always exhaust me
It kills me every minute
The doubts and regrets
the hidden secrets
like a deadly cigarettes
I hate this—the way
i can only say good morning
good night and hello
But i can't even assure
to myself if ‘i love you’
is what you want to say so.
6 June 2021
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Poems for Her
PoetryA compilation of poetries from an admirer who wrote a bunch of poems for the girl he adore.
