I hear gossip of the past, from spirits and ghosts
It's where I belong.
Flashbacks like a movie scene of the old me,
Lost in the portals of time,
That i still see, in the back of my mind
Long gone, but always close in my heart
Missing you, a lot,
Old me, My baby ghost,
Nostalgia is a host
Will always miss those days,
Where Dopamine was easily working
The old me, that's still inside me
Somewhere in the haze,
Will it ever be okay?
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Phoenix
PoetryIn the world of poetry, words spin your head like pottery and sings you a melody, from deep and tarnished poems to resilience blooming roots, this collection of poems unfolds a jar of crowded emotions, as the main topic is resilience, the way to it...
