III / IV
Country House
Watching the clock to pass the time
Can't speak now it's past my bedtime
Playing card games with myself
Living on the highest shelf
Strings of words with a hidden connection
Please will you just show me affection
Milky tea in small blue china cups
Flaky plans with no solid backups
Clear glowy skin and long blonde hair
Breathing in the purest air
The moon hides, we don't know why
I'm being called downstairs, my friend, goodbye
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my secret mistakes • {poetry}
شِعرThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
