As I succumb to slumber
Memories drip out emotions
Mixed of sorrow and pains
But it brought smile
To my trembling lips
Believing I was once loved
By a crude
Cloaked in condescension.
Nonetheless, I was loved.
I was loved.
I was loved.
Until I fall to oblivion.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
