Human beings are strange,
They fascinate me,
Make me wonder
Whey they're like they are.
I try to understand them,
Although I think I'll never
Do it.
Why do they dream?
Why do they hate?
Why do they love?
Human beings
Want a good life,
But they damage themselves.
They are a mistery,
I'll Always try to
Decipher them.
Are they to be understood?
Weren't they born to be a mistery?
Perhaps, human beings are so
Fantastic, because they
Can't be deciphered.
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A broken soul
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems that speak about death, love, loneliness and all the emotions and feelings that we all feel.
