In the mist of the darkness i find peace in reminiscing or star gazing- where my words paint a picture illustrating the thought in my head I have yet to understand..
Sketches on the drawing board
Eraser marks and faded names never seems to wanna leave
Climbing to reach the ripest fruit reaching for the ❤but all I got was..her
Sounds pretty harsh but "wah u expect meh fi do!?"
Seeking her love and rejecting my own.
Not feeling like myself n don't know how myself suppose to feel..
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm turned off from this love thing..
It probably contains pork too
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Wolf's Den
ŞiirA book Of Poetry from a humble soul. Its in no order or connected in anyway. Its a collection of my poems. I based poems off of the emotion im feeling, upon request by a person or a topic im asked to write on. Enjoy, and welcome to the Wolf's Den!🐺
