Start typing, dear ghostwriter,
Write it to me this time,
Do warn me about the latter,
Remind me only the words I have forgotten, somewhere in the dreams to shine
Tell me to pull back
Tell me to stop moving ahead on the wrong path,
Tell me the devil awaits
Tell me to repeat these words silently, it's the wrong way,
Tell her I miss the flowers on the old lane,
I want to breathe the same air again,
I miss the old me a little more now,
Dear Myself,
I want you to come back now,
Dear Self
The night I remember you wished would end,
The night you felt the morning would be better
Take your own voice as a a sign,
Take your wish back silently, without a sigh
Tell her I miss the flower on the old lane,
I want to breathe the same air again,
I miss the old me a little more now,
Dear Myself,
I want you to come back now,
Dear Self
Now, I am looking at me in the mirror,
I watch carefully, to what I have become
I am telling you with the regrets,
It's just not occurred to you yet,
That my last desperate attempt,
These words are worth your life, am sending it back for your consent
You will listen won't you?
You won't doubt me
Dear Myself
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Roses And Thorns
PoetryThis is a collection of my old poems, the ones I wrote when I felt like the whole world was against me. My tiny insecure self was being judged, and for all I knew, I only had a pen and a diary. Free feelings and thoughts is what this is, "Roses And...
