There was a time when I tried to fit in.
Willing to comfort, scratching at every odd,
Ready to give up my all at a single call.
That was the time I lost everything.
Thought it a lesson, and I stepped on again.
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For the second time, I took it too casual,
Not willing to interfere more than usual.
It turned out well, like the dusk and the cocoon,
Who knows it'll end up as 'never known'.
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Faked the third time, with more intent,
Not much overwhelmed, nor did I pretend.
A smile at will, a long face when I won't.
Still, I failed to own it, following whispers of my heart.
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Are my palm lines wrong or am I wronged?
I feel still, while the earth spins 'round.
Because I know or not, well, I'm unknown,
If they have flaws or I missed to learn.
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Why is friendship hard for me, while for others, just a game?
I want to give my all, 'cause I fear being alone again.
'Lone' cuts deeper than any other word I've heard.
I've felt it in my veins, the thin line between living and blurred.
(The three phases of my study life. My struggle to get a friend is still ongoing. I don't know if I'm destined to be alone but I don't believe in my fate.)
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Whispers Of My Heart: Poems On My Shadows
PoetryA series of poems that will mirror my feelings, my encounters and my good or bad struggles in life.
