There was a boy.
He was filled with thoughts they never understood.
Maybe it was okay not to be understood.
Maybe it was not okay.
He had seen love,
heard love
And spoke love.
But he never did love.
And maybe this was why he never understood them.
And maybe this was why they never understood him.
And maybe this was related.
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The darkness engulfed me
And I started to see you as my light
But you were too bright
You burned everything, even me.
Juliana
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Soul
PoetryLittle bit of question Little bit of stories Little bit of poem Little bit of life And little bits Of little things.
