Under the sheaths
When I cry like a baby
Being sick
Feeling small like a maiden
Being hit
By the spears of destiny that tore my heart up
In the shade
A flower willing for the sunshine,
The warm love
And water that just never quenched my root's thirst
Too far and never so close by me
I will to do what no one's done
I'm afraid I may lose the bet
But try and try you'll one day win
Was what my mom once told my ears
I stand on the edge
To tell you I came up
From the caitiff you made me act
I'm hefty being frail
I'm bigger than being compact
I have been enough oppressed
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Lost Lover
PoetryHighest rank #11 in poetry #11 in poetry on 27/01/2018 #14 in poetry on 26/01/2018 PS: If you get bored easily, then I recommend to read the collection from the newest posts... You just walk walk and walk sometimes to know what's your destiny. I kep...
