𝘒𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰?
𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢, 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨-𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘨?
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘨-𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘨 '𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘢?
𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘪
𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘵
𝘕𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘵
𝘒𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘵
𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘭
𝘈𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰 𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢
𝘈𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢
𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘰 '𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘢
𝘕𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢 𝘛𝘝 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢
𝘚'𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘨-𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘬𝘰 𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢
𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢
𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯?
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘩 𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘰 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘭
𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢?
𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰
𝘚𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯
𝘚𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘢𝘯
𝘈𝘵 𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵
𝘈𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘚𝘢 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘺
𝘈𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯
𝘚𝘢 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺
𝘔𝘨𝘢 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢
𝘈𝘵 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢
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The Hidden Poet
PoetryA compilation of self made poetry that came out from my head during tough times, boredom and specially in time that I'm in love with someone else.
