I wander back to the same sad place
it's a corner of tranquility and thoughts
I try to harbor my needs in a shell, but it always traces back to one end; one point..
I look around for a reason why I shouldn't hold back
but, to my expectations, I find none
Standards are meant to listen to your eyes
It's as so of an instrument that shields the melody under the music and the music under the message
I was gone for a little
but I knew I'd be back
I am not the best
and surely, I shall never be the flawless one
But hopefully, one day, I'd get to understand what the least meant
because I think I'm going down that road before
So many bless the words that come out of my petite lips and thoughtful tongue
but do they know that these sad eyes are worth the stare?
I am victimized, I am lost..
I am broken
but I broke.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁