At younger ages, days aren't old
And nights weren't cold
I used to create stories inside my head
Where I can freely write and invent
A whole new series of events
The longings I have in my soul
Wishing I had control
Over my own story
And in creating my own destiny
Escaping this world
Traveling to a portal
Word by word, with wisdom, I found
I built my own realm
Inside my own mind
Higher than skyscrapers and towers
My story is the limit
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoetryMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
