Thinking about you
is like being stuck
in a labyrinth.
I think of ways
on how can I escape.
I choose one way
but it just leads me
into another way,
making me trapped
even more.
There are so many paths
and when I try
to walk further,
the more I try to find
the way out,
I get lost even more.
My mind is panicking
thinking I'd get stuck
forever but then I thought,
that isn't a bad thing at all
and that would be
even awesome,
only if you'd lock me up.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA book he holds with countless pages, His eyes heal, and his love reads. This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a man's point of view of love and life.
