If only I knew what it's like to feel real.
I would do any deal,
Juat to feel the bliss,
Of someone's kiss,
The taste of someone's lips
The sensation of skin on skin,
The joy that alone could bring.
It would be like a new song to sing,
I would hand over anything of mine worth giving,
Just to know what it's like to be living.
For I'm locked away in my glass coffin,
The walls and windows my prison,
What type of life am I living?
But I don't live.
I just am.
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Shards of the Soul
ŞiirHere are a collection of poems that I have written over the years. The poems grow as do the collection of experiences grow. Once I feel that they are completed I will upload them on here. Please leave comments and share with your friends, I would a...
