I'm nineteen and I'm crazy,
I think there's something wrong with me,
I looked at her heart burned in fire,
If you paid attention, you'd be worried too,
Well I do, and it's amazing,
I see her glaring eyes,
I am not mad but soon shall be,
Oh maybe That is just what I am, a maniac,
A child born today,
In a false age is worth a fit of insanity,
With the world itself,
But They're soul and body, hand and heart,
It's something you do,
When they just see me insane,
Assent, discerning, with a chain,
(Unless remembered in my fairy tales)
While She Looks me.
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Poetry Collection
ПоэзияThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
