Don't call me special,
Prove it,
Show to me you mean it;
Show to me in all ways you could.
Hit me,
Leave me,
Love me,
Stab me,
Pull me,
Forget me,
Feed me,
Tell me;
Trust me.
When you say I am special I cannot feel it.
Am I numb or am I dumb? I don't know.
The fear of losing, the fear of being left behind, the fear of just not shining; if I am special then prove it to me.
Don't you dare to give a broken promise anymore; I can see all the epilogues to it all.
-right now she struggles to keep on writing, she knows her poems are no longer alive, please send her virtual help-
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Tales of A Libra
PoesiaThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
