I beam on dark, stormy days
I sulk on bright glorious days
I am a mystery yet to be discovered
A code yet to be broken
I am neither happy
Nor sad
I want to be alone
But never lonely
I guess I am a conundrum
One yet to be understood
If someone is ready to
If someone actually would
YOU ARE READING
Compilation of Poetry
PoetryI decided to compile my works when I was in 10th grade. Maybe, I'll add new ones later on. DISCLAIMER: I am not good at this, please forgive me. I just wanted to publish them because it was such a waste just seeing them just sitting on my folder. S...
