"who am i?"
I sometimes seek,
Is it the messy reflection?
Or the old pictures in glee?
"Who am i?"
I sometimes feel
Like a deep poem,
With its meaning concealed,
Or A person who wears their heart
upon sleeves
"Who am i?"
I wonder out loud
The meme that trends so fast....
Or the thoughts that linger till last...
"Who am i?"
I try to analyze
The chirpy teen
Or the soul who values quiet
"Who am i?"
Its such a doubt
That i always find myself
Stuck amidst
A beam of light, shining ever so bright
Or a starry, endless night
"Who am i?"
I shall ask away
The one who dances in rain,
Or the one who finds beauty in pain
"Who am i?"
The most beautiful question i can ask,
Perhaps, i am just me
Yet i am none,
And most probably,
Just a beautiful
Bunch of contradictions.
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Posting the most common question we've asked ourselfs. 🤍✨️
Love yourself
YOU ARE READING
Words of Soul
PoesíaEverything I ever failed to express in words, Has now become poetry Waiting to be discovered and felt by everyone, It's a lost cause indeed....
