- Nice. -[ To: the one who is trying to remain nice.]
Everyone is leaving me alone.
Is there somewhere or someone
To whom I could belong? No.
I turn the lights off,
Lay me, try to doze off.
Isolation is getting hold of me.
I think I should too get rid of myself.
Before it becomes too late,
I give my soul to fate.
Turn into someone I could never recognize.
I should die while I can remain this nice.
-sk
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all the poems i ever wrote..
Spiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
