not even the late night's hour
is able to silence me
as i still need to write.
write it all down in matter
to feel
something but nothing at all.
i think and feel so much
at the same time
that it
all gets messed up
and nothing feels clear anymore.
it's too late to have this conversation
with myself.
the curtains are already closed.
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tides ○ a collection of poems
Poetrypoetry II. i'm still trying to find the right words started 15/3/18 all of the following poems, excerpts, thoughts and playlists are my own • remember to vote if you like it • please do not steal you can find the cover image here: https://pinteres...
