He fakes smiles all days and through
Everyone tells him his smile is bright
As bright as sunshine
He's a human sunshine.
But people,
They take everything easy and simple.
They don't even bother to question about his sleep
They don't even ask him whether he's fine or not
They never succeed to notice the emptiness in his eyes
They never care to know what he's doing last night.
Oh people,
Last night,
Not a wink he spent to sleep
He was to busy crafting.
Crafting lines
It was about ten lin- oh no, into was over 30 lines
The paint seemed to be less lucid as he added lines.
He's unique so he use sculpting tool.
A shiny sculpting tool.
He's an artistic person;
He thinks deeply everyday, he crafts line deeply too every night.
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MindMatter
PuisiEvery living thing is not perfect, so do me. I bound to commit mistakes even when I don't even wish to. This book of poetry will tell you a little bit about my life. I'm not a nice person but I'm trying to be better. Our world needs more love.
