Every second conspires,
I'm no princess
but just a mediocre girl,
this world might be my scallop
but I'm not it's pearl.
We're splinters of time,
withered in pieces we mustn't be
plethora of feelings all at once,
angst, rages, apricity and glee.
My mother always apprised me
No devils abided beneath my bed,
but she never advised me
They resided in the scallop instead.
They arose within me, an impulse
promoting me where I stand today,
could soon be where I'd capsize through someday
Reminiscing over trouvaille dreams
I tapped that evening away.
I had commenced to desiderate for words,
For good, they'd soothe me
Since then I knew tranquillity is just a drop of ink away,
Dwelled was I in fictions, else let the reality flee.
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PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
