She doesn't know the amount of times
I've drowned in the sea of own my thoughts
She'll never know the nights where
I'd lay my fist on the walls due to hating myself
Maybe it's because of how deluded I am,
seeing her as the only girl who's able
to love me
Sometimes all the letters on a keyboard
or a typewriter aren't enough to put
my feelings into words
As the roof of all the things
we've built & the memories
we've shared
crumbles & fade,
All that I ask of you,
is that you'll cherish the pieces
of me that lives within you
; Engku
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Ambiguous Writings
PoetryWith the knowledge & experience that I've gained, acting as the ironsight of my rifle, words & definitions as the ammunition of the gun that I holster, I shall aim the sky. In hopes that the bullets I fire, containing both my emotions & f...
