🤍Poetry🤍

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The words of poetry keeps slipping through my mind

The beauty of you and your love blinding my sight

The pain of restraints are burning my senses

Maybe in another life, another time you'd be mine wonders my mind

But the very possibility of you is out of my reach screams my life.

Why am I so unlovable that people turn their eyes to avoid my very sight?

Did it matter if I stay quiet or if I fight?

Here I give up, maybe on finding love or maybe on my life?

Because those things are for the beautiful creations of God

Maybe not a person like me who turned such beauty into ugliness.

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