Can write a whole book,
Thinking all your words my Shakespeare,
"My" word seems bit off,
But you've told me,
You were my personal Shakespeare,
Even if it's just show off,
Can I think if it forever,
Blush, laugh and smile for a moment,
But what if I'd become the joke in the process?
Cause I don't know what to do,
Even if you said,
You want me in the future,
May be like a dream of bride to be,
It'd be rare,
If I'd give this poetry somewhere,
Cause you'd be getting it,
With blink of an eye,
But I don't know whether you'd come and runaway somewhere far off,
Yet I want to love a man,
Who'd value me, respect me,
And Love me right forever the same.
It'd be a false dream to imagine to be with you,
Cause it is defined to be different,
And our stars would never align,
Yet I want to think alike just for a moment,
Pretending you to be my Shakespeare.
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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...
