How am I lost, but can still be found?
Why do I fly when my feet touch the ground?
How do I hope when all is surely lost?
Should I save what I can, at any cost?
Why do I feel trapped when I am so free?
What's the point of a lock if there is no key?
With so many words, why can't I write?
I want to surrender, but should I fight?
Why are questions so hard to think of?
What good is hate when I can love?
What use is my tongue if I cannot taste?
How come you walk with such haste?
What good is my nose if I cannot smell?
What would you chose; Heaven or Hell?
Why do words make up a song?
Should I stop this poem, before it gets too long?
Yes. Yes I should.
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The Inner Emotions of an Amateur.
PoetryJust a collection of poems that I wrote to show my feelings and those of the people around me. Nothing major, but still check it out and tell me what you think.
