Simplicity,
A term I once knew long ago,
an old friend of mine.
Or should I say foe now;
She probably hates me.
I fell in love with words,
and she split open the seal gates of my mind,
marvelling me in the mysteries of poetry.
I can't tell you the nature of our relationship,
it's something really complicated.
Maybe that's why complexity is the only thing I speak.
I didn't mean to sound deep,
Or like 'some psychology teacher'.
But my introverted mind,
Has uncovered depths,
Deeper than Ocean's length.
And everyday, I get sucked into this void,
Delving into the depths of my mind.
Dwelling on thoughts,
That you sometimes hear escaping from my lips,
And called it deep.
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Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoetryA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"