In the room where I sleep upon,
Darkness held me as my mind transverse,
The thought of reassuring feelings,
Then soaring the process of ambiguity and doubts.
It idled away like a pile of paper turned to dust,
With the fire that my mind keeps lighting,
The insecurities that splash like the tides,
Or sometimes bewildered by anything I ought to think.
Is this how madly in love I am?
With all of you, I want, too greedy that even a smidge I'm afraid to lose. My love has grown more than it was before, day by day, more than it was that came before you. Now tell me, was I greedy thinking of you every time?
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting 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...
