For this, with no name, it will gain no fame.
Its lines unread collecting dust.
No title fitting so there I left quitting,
But I'll finish this if I must.
Untitled poem my mind's whispered low hum forgotten with all of its tries,
Other than myself, my looks, thoughts and lies, this poem that I despise.
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A Mind's Collection of Poems
ŞiirHey people of Wattpad! I'm brand new here and this is my first story. Each part is a different poem. These poems range from short little anecdotes to full fledged I tried my best poems.
