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Don't utter a word she said,
So i wrote volumes within my head,
Every night I turn the pages of the books I read,
A bleeding wirst was all it lead,
Looked around for a shoulder to lean,
A ear to hear,
Oh how I yearn for a touch I've never felt,
Longing for someone I've never met,
To see someone Ive never known,
To harvest something Ive never sown,
Ran miles and miles,searching for such place,
Somewhere i can get peace and solace,
Tried to break and set my self free,
Lead to sinker deeper into the abyss of the sea.
Hoping for hand you'll reach,
The walls I've built crumble from your breach,
Here i wait for the day Im free,
Waiting for something thats never gonna be.
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This was a poem ive written when I was very young, So please bear with this as English is not my first language .
If any error, please feel free to let me know~~
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Winesome Glasshouse
PoetryThey said "Pain makes you stronger " But i realised, it was wrong it does not make you stronger, it destroys everything until strength is all thats left .
