In this Labyrinth,
Of constellations,
I could see dreams,
Floating into the unknown-
Lost in ecstasy.
Jovial critters'
Blossom in the darkness.
In this heavenly cosmos,
Which I fondly
Baptize as
Chaotic beauty.
My dreams float too
You could see them
Lurking around
In some corner
Of this profound
Fantasy.
Canoes of-
ILLUSION!!
Bestow upon
My theory
Termed life.
But what about that unfinished painting?
Waiting to be filled with beauty.
But wait isn't chaos
Beautiful enough?
Isn't pain, lies
A drug?
That slowly kills us.
But tell me would you rather die
Living a beautiful lie?
Or a bitter truth?
~Krishna~
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Truly Beautiful
PoetryI can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thoughts)
