Cold I may look and distant I seem, but I'll never lose my sheen.
I understand what you mean when you say what you say, but I'm still here to stay. My sheen will never go away.
It can be lackluster, but nevertheless stays. I'm a cheerfulness that can't always be this way, I have to rest too, but have a weird way to convey.
I use my words as a gateway to a world where I can say things my way.
I'm sorry I run away with no headway.
I'm sorry I'm hypocritical as I know I can be, but that's just me.
I'm sorry for that.
Sorry for the lack of change and words being said, even though I push you to to be like what I actually want to be instead.
A lack of change is what I am, and change I cannot. I know what I am and how to convey, I'm simply sorry it has to be this way.
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My 99 Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.
