Everything was so dark
So strange
So ununderstood
But
Now i feel like every
confusions and
Doubts are just so familiar
You have grown a flower our of me
I love you so much
For that
And for everything else
YOU ARE READING
you
PoetryI am not a writer. I just have to much on my head And i am good with words
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Everything was so dark
So strange
So ununderstood
But
Now i feel like every
confusions and
Doubts are just so familiar
You have grown a flower our of me
I love you so much
For that
And for everything else