Your youth is realizing noxious needs,
I can understand,
I know you are like a butterfly,
Traversing the lanes,
Meandering uninhibitedly to each blossom and plant,
Savoring their scent,
But what will you do when you get enough,
Of toxic intrigues,
And you are left with no place to land?
Can you understand?
Your end and lustful ire walk hand in hand.
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YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
