The light from the street lamp is a visitor to my window each night
With the same curiosity as me, I know right -
"What good is a dream catcher
When you yourself are the nightmare?"
I never lit the magenta candles abandoned in the drawer.
Little do they know how it feels to be
burnt by words and not fire.
It's not people, but my tears are my sole betrayer.
They fail me every time I try to smile wider.
The girl on the other side would be me if it were a broken mirror.
Somewhere in these dark alleys, I found the lost meaning of my name -
A body of a prisoner with the mind of a wanderer,
If that's who you call a Poet,
then "Yes, I am the same."
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: ̗̀➛ Poetry: A Journey
Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a...
