Vibes
One more chance, that's their vibe
You ask me how I became addicted?
It's the game of minds.
Nah for sure, It's not the thing they call love
One more chance, It's their choice
But how did I, a runner
Come to a stop?
Did he say, never to cry?
Was it a game? Nothing's for sure
—Tri
29 August 2033
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Hibiscus
PoetryJust like how the Hibiscus flower blooms every morning only to lose its life in the evening... Just like how beauty is embedded in the soul, features may all be the same, poetry's understanding and feel is embedded in the soul, words may all be the...
