I truly believe that my writing is not important.
my words don't flow.
they don't make sense.
Could I even call this, poetry?
It is a mess just writing.
No structure, no rhymes.
Pure emotions, are absent.
I have fallen asleep and woken up,
though I am still tired.
Goodnight.
- 2am , 27/4/22
YOU ARE READING
I wish that I didn't write these poems.
PoesiaVarious collective of unwanted poems I have written; for people who are fond of the subjects of heartache and who are disorientated through the navigation of this world. Let me share this with you. My emotions are inconsistent and messy, please in...
