Sitting amidst the unending terrace,
Watching the golden hour turning into Twilight,
Thought of the love of my life,
Speaking of which doesn't feel quite right,
Yet the trees whispered to me,
With the blowing wind,
"From where comes these unparalleled hints",
I said, "My mind",
Cause it is divine,
Lost in love, lust, luxury and lure,
Just endless L's of life,
Yet it sounds so pure,
They called it unholy,
I called myself unholy,
But those thoughts often make me holy,
Only if I couldn't focus on,
What ur sounded like to be,
How it smells to be folly,
Yet this is just like the desire from parallel universe,
Often so holy, yet likely to be so unholy.
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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...
