sad sad sad
why am I so sad?
have I lost my mind?
I draw with a silver pen,
draw beautiful art
on detestable paper.
so how come it
suddenly turns red
the ink is red
the paper is red
yet the pen is still silver
it is so cold
just like my heart
but the ink
the ink splattered on the paper
it's so warm
so reassuring
so perfect
but I hate the paper
I draw on it
to fill it out
so the perfection
can overshadow
that disgusting thing
for I
just as everyone else
am thirsty for perfection
for affection
for acceptance.
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Some special poetry
Şiir~ A n y m a n w h o c a n d r i v e s a f e l y w h i l e k i s s i n g a g i r l i s s i m p l y n o t g i v i n g i t t h e a t t e n t i o n i t d e s e r v e s .~ ---Albert Einstein ••• Don't mind me trying t...
