There's a tale about a soul
Who doesn't want to be known
Though, he's shown his soul
Yet his name remain unknown.
This soul is so bright, the sun is jealous
This soul is so white, the moon is jealous
Yet this soul is so dull, it's been through madness
And this soul is so blue, it's been through sadness.
I know this soul by names
Though not by his name
I know this soul by words
And there's no truer words
Any soul has spoken
Than the words he's spoken.
The words of a pure soul
Has healed an opened wound
When no words of other souls
Can heal a wound so soon.
-Nik.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PoetryWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
