I am buried..
in the deepest nights...
in the busiest heart ..
creating a world of mine ..
with a stranger someone
waving the shades of a
glittery world.
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Stranger to myself
PoetryA dark night with not a sight around. I still felt nothing ,just a dying heart that I think already somewhat dead . I just like a sorrowless soul wandering around in this whole world of mine that was just surrounded by me. Every single person left...
buried
I am buried..
in the deepest nights...
in the busiest heart ..
creating a world of mine ..
with a stranger someone
waving the shades of a
glittery world.
