being touched by a drop
a drop of melancholy
makes me fall into a pit
a fight between hope and agonybe careful!
to not get the color on your handsbe careful,
because you might never escape itthe most beautiful one of forms
a line that connects to itself
do you know what I call it off?
the endless curse of a circlethe endless suffering
the one you're addicted too
it's a redamancy of a story
for it symbolizes your home
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.