I've seen myself,
At times, powerful as a wave,
When more than me there was no brave
At times, like a dead thing,
Who can't even move & belongs to a grave
I've heard myself,
At times, like a lion who is roaring,
Full of potent, who is soaring
At times, like a little infant,
On Mother's lap, whose tears, pouring
I've felt myself,
At times, gathered like a mountain,
Strong enough to break every chain
At times dispersed like the water,
That flows abruptly, from a fountain
I've perceived myself,
At times as Juliette, giving love as a medicine
Where my love would have no comparison
At times hating,like no one else
Locking everyone who loves me, in a prison
YOU ARE READING
~𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚?
Poetry𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. (Poems) Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.
