When you assumed it's blue
But it was green
And you tried getting in
Squeezing tight
But your mold
Will never fit in
That particular space.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
Uniqueness
When you assumed it's blue
But it was green
And you tried getting in
Squeezing tight
But your mold
Will never fit in
That particular space.
