He tells me laughter,
I show joy,
He tells me moments,
I now wrote as history,
Between the lines I dared to cross, a seemingly guile facade caught my taste. Sweet, sour, or maybe bitter, a stifling vision blinded by a quip matter. Conned by what's like, conjured by what is.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoesieWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
