I'm a mystery to myself,
A rhythm for my soul,
For my eyes the curiosity they hold,
Am those books that I read,
Am a desire which sometimes turn dead,
Am a lazy bug that doesn't leaves the bed,
A personality that I am sometimes curl to myself,
Sometimes full of surprises, and the other it's filled with regrets,
I am funny and a psychopath too,
am dangerous but also a morning dew,
I forget, I lose,
Like wise everything goes on a toss,
I care, I love,
I'm the greateat person to ever live.
And still the question remains the same,
But Who am I to me?
Love
- Author ❤️
