I wanted to believe this illusion.
I wanted to believe your lies,
but with how much cover I put in my eyes,
I cannot forget the painful truth
you've embedded in my mind.
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Poetry of the Soul
PoetryOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
