Feels so comfortable,
To have this paper in front of me.
Having the freedom to spoil it.
Taint it with this black ink.
Spell my feelings on this sheet,
And no worries, no one will listen,
I am drowning in the darkness of this ink.
Should consider myself lucky,
For who would have the luck?
To write the poem for the lover,
Who ain't even with me anymore.
But I am happy for him,
For now he is the ruler of the skies,
The king of this empire, the man I loved.
He wears dragons on his back and chest,
But the eyes I one's looked in aren't the same.
So I write in the memories of my time with him.
For one day I will surely, slowly forget him.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
