There's a place in my heart where I can't find the answer,
because it is obvious that I can't find it there,
I wish I had the talent of reading minds,
to know if you said "No", does it makes sense?
I feel haunted, I don't feel any ease,
I let it flow, I let it go,
to see how much I make to make things grow,
I set her free, I didn't sow,
any hatred in my mind that enables me to show,
some compassion and hate,
a part of me that I can say an obvious bait,
an Angel losing some faith.
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Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain
PuisiA poetry of insanity •I know you're reading this for fun, but it isn't Fun at all• Highest Rank: #1 in poetry - September 2021 #2 in poetry - January 2020
