Both of us are mad
we can't always escape
the delusional world of ours it's crushing
we're about to break.
As days and nights change
seasons pass by
never in this bubble
never in our time
On an unchanging season
we're stuck
and we don't know the way out
yet we love to suffer
that's why we never try.
But we meet all the time
without speaking we talk
we love to feel wanted
in this delusional world.
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PoetryIt doesn't mean we should see it the same. Take some time to let poetry get to you and make you feel whatever you want to , see it from you own experience and from your own perspective. A collection of poems which will take you through the path of...
