Again my morning began with sad songs,
And you appear in my dreams like the way bell rings,
When some devotees enter the temple,
Cause I was your devotee,
Treating you like God wishing together someday we'd eat spaghetti,
Want to ask why you still apear in my dreams,
When last night or day,
It wasn't you I think of,
But you seemed like a hoarse in my dreams so pissed off,
Is this madness exists within me,
Cause I've become some trail of bitch's pee,
Guess this would be shitty to call myself,
But would've stayed if we'd been a thing,
Don't want you for myself,
Yet your appearance in dreams still something,
May be I could still feel things I did in the past,
Yet I'm not willing to give myself through this path atlast,
Yet I'm somebody who wishes to be,
But don't you fear it won't ever be.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
