I am very proud of this poem I wrote around November 2021. As you can see, I generally prefer traditional poesy.
You see me break under their gaze
And cry when I know they're not there
And I pick the broken parts
Trying hard to fix the gaps
I've put up this walls
Just to keep them at bay
But they keep me inside
Unable to get away
Yet you came with your smile
Took me with no second glance
You showed me the world
But then took me back
I tasted that one day
The freedom I so longed for
But you never came back
And again I broke apart
(November '21)
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
