It's beautifully insane to write,
Yeah time afraid I won't be right,
It's an art to create rhymes,
But I am singing my own hymns,
The life is full of brown thorns of dryland,
Yet I am in the delusion of green lush grassland,
It's the season of cherry blossom,
But I am lost in the fantasy of my charming handsome,
The view of my imagination is magnetic,
But dullness of my reality is pathetic,
What are dering way to push away everyone,
Just for that one,
Who's existence is known by none,
Life has become a strangled heat of light,
And I am holding on to the hope quite tight,
Disaster it seems to know it all,
Yet the lines about seems doomed of all.
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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...
