It was someone's glance
That made me consider my stance
Thought being cold was the fixation
To build and expand an association
But that was not the solution
Instead it made my air a pollution
Eventually I realised knowing many didn't matter
It was what the love for the closest I should've scattered
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Sentiments
ПоэзияThese words are a piece of my thoughts, In my mind it flows, it blows, it floats My skills may not be as high as the ceiling, But it's an easier way to express my feelings.
