sometimes,
I feel that I have two faces
one consists of the heart
the other, the mind
the heart wants only kindness,
and tries to show its love for others
the mind on the other hand,
chokes me up in negativity,
wanting nothing but to poison me
and for me to disappear
one face can feel beauty in everything,
the other, only fear
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Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoesíaJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
