Apr 17
You could ask,
But I would never tell.
Could never tell.
Not because I swore a secret oath,
Or am bound by unholy magic,
Simply because I don't know.
I don't know who I am,
Who I want to be
Or achieve, or do.
Sometimes I think I should rather not. Be.
No one has asked in such a long time,
For that I am thankful,
Because no answer of mine,
Would ever be enough for you.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Puisi365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
