Thoughts that my mind keep,
It's rather better, I don't speak.
Over years I have shaped it,
Made Amendment & then Waived it.
Silenced it in solitude,
Blurted it in intense magnitude.
Suffocated it with attitude,
Converted it with great altitude.
Pondered over it's utility,
Wondered over it's Sanity.
Crafted it for virility,
Locked it up for it's Complexity.
When the time is Right,
They will speak themselves.
Through actions, not words,
They will mark Thyself.
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Souvenirs
PoésieEvery person or situation that came in my life has handed me a part of themselves, good or bad, they were like souvenirs for me. They made me feel something and make me go through unique emotions every time. Sometimes I got the same thing twice and...
