Up all day and night,
Waiting for the one who'll make my day bright.
Morning, evening and night,
Yearning for his reply.
The whole day went so dry,
Never once did he reply.
Soulless then I become,
Stuck in my own non-existent life.
After what felt like ever,
Came his reply.
"Yes" with a bunch of fries,
I leap with joy and delight.
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This is the first poem that I ever wrote. And I was thinking about fries, so I thought why not add it :p
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
