I was puny
In front of the stupendous you.
The thought now seems funny
Maybe your senses were a bit skewed
Trying to complete the puzzle
With the stolen pieces of you
The ending is almost nonsensical.
With a bewildered view
Ination from growing desire
Left with unattired hue.
I wish I could end this torture,
This uncoerced feeling like shrew.
Not knowing what I prefer
Maybe I am just a ghoul.
-13nov,2023
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Life till Death
Poetry"People are afraid to making bad things. I want to make bad things. If I keep making bad things, someday I might end up making something good."
