Great is the right, isn't it?
Then why do I have this continuous fight
Inside my head
Telling me to go for wrong,
Flawed, imperfect, broken soul
Why is there a black hole?
Great is supposed to make me feel loved
But, on the contrary all I feel is unloved
With the wrong person
I am set free
All I feel is endless glee
"Can't wrong be the right?" I ask
"No" they tell me
Then why can't my mind agree?
Why does it feel like drowning in the sea?
Why does wrong feel so right?
Maybe... Just maybe wrong can be right.
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Dedicated to all of you who haven't figured out their future yet. Who are still seeking and wandering.
YOU ARE READING
Atoms of heart
PoetryThese poems are little atoms of my heart, which I deliver to you to find out what they hide.
