I am a fool,
For wanting your love,
I am a monster,
For trying too hard,
I am an idiot,
For losing my sleep,
I am in love,
And you say I am just a creep.
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Dust of the untold
PoetryYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
