It's consuming, yes, and also deep sad loneliness.
Anger rules my mind, and also anger leaves me blind.
I wonder in deep black seas of sorrow, when you're my love and I'm a little hollow.
Anger gets overpowering, and hurtful, when words are beautiful and you became sad.
Anger is what I'am, and anger is what I feel, and my heart was something they told you to steal.
September 26, 2013
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
