My Lazy One Stanza Poetry Collection

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Alien     
     
Speaking in a language they don't understand,
Often misunderstood the intentions;
they only know what they want to know,
I really hope I'll find where I belong.

Puzzle Piece

Do I have to destroy myself?
Just so, to be accepted and to fit in
in the world full of ingenuity and undefined shapes,
I'd rather be alone, searching for the puzzle where my piece fits in.

Moonlight

In your subtle, gentle, luminescence;
the night isn't completely in a dark essence,
dimmer than the sun's scorching brightness;
your comforting beautiful mild glow, I witness.

The Encounter

In the darkness that covered me and my sight,
under the surface for long searching for the light,
approaching a stranger might not be very wise;
yet here I am already drowned, by those ocean eyes.

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