It never says to me
Whom it wants for sure
It's playing with their feelings
And claims it to be pure.
Since it is broken itself
It never cares about other
Breaks every ones heart
What is this cruel act for?
I try to change it
By changing its feeling
I hope it'll stop this
And wait for its future king.
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Spilling Thoughts
PoetryWhen your thoughts cannot be expressed, spill it on pages... Sometimes scribbling, doodling and scratching on paper is all you need to do to bring out those unexpressed feelings.
