He is just sitting there, bored and upset
His dark hair is wild but his hand is light
He forgot me already, and as penalty he even
forgot even his true self
Sitting on that broken chair, I'm drowning in darkness
Sweet creature ,honey human
I feel I'm mirrored
He is bored but so beautiful
And only for him I'm alive
In this ugly word, living I under the same sky.
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Soul Fragments
PoezjaMade solely for entering 2023 Wattpad Poetry contest- Versification Small collection of poems, tiny bits of myself, fragments of my emotions and cute way to express such. Highest rank: 4 #poetrycontest 22 #thoughts 25 #contest 6 #wattpadpoetry 5...
