I'm inside a library full of dreams.
Full of romantic books rather than realistic.
Books I love that were all covered in scars,
And in return, made me pretend I had none.
It seems like the world is mine,
Everytime I read the words then close my eyes,
Just to see another world in my mind.
They made me forget about sadness and farewells,
And made me feel the love I thought I didn't deserve,
I was looking for questions to ask life.
But instead, I found answers to why life is so important.
;pJ
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Beloved Encounters
PoetryI wrote this book for the people who became the chapters of my life. It is a book for the ones I once loved, the ones who taught me valuable lessons about love and life. Through their presence and absence, I have come to understand what love truly m...
