I have written a thousand lines
telling ten thousand lies
about a boy who kills or lovers in different times.
This is my mind.
Lonely.
Crazy.
The beautiful twisted kind.
A thousand persons may hate my writes.
But the single man who likes
is the reason why
I take this pen and take my time
to write.
This beautiful twisted mind of mine.
A thousand writers have written before me.
Some have failed and some stand tall in glory.
I do not know my own end
I hope for the best, it may not turn so.
But to the day I am old, grey and weary,
I will still write for me
and that single man who likes
this beautiful twisted mind of mine.
Lonely.
Crazy.
The beautiful twisted kind.
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Poetry By A Traveller
Poesia"Come travel through my mind." A collection of random poems I have composed. These poems are of my innermost thoughts and spirit, a journey through my mind. It might be a bit crazy at times but we are all crazy, so. I dedicate them to all lovers of...
