He plagues my dreams. He leaves every thought confused and every dream is as different as night is to day. Wanting when they come but it isn't hurt I feel when they end, it's loneliness. He pushes me back in my shell for me to realise I don't know this shell well enough to call it mine or even if it's actually a shell at all. It's more of a cage called The Mind. Pieces fall off and come back broken as ever. All this because ten words. Those ten words aren't worth repeating only remembering. Remembering that it take less than even ten words to turn your world upside-down and at least 3 days for it to turn right-side up and it's only day 2
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Book Of Random Poetry
ŞiirI write poetry occasionally and when I do it turns out sad but meaningful. Some are silly. Those are rare though. Hope you enjoy my poetry
