For my world is surreal
And definite beyond
For everything is a shallow
A wringed way of desire
That shall pin in my waited arrow
Though it'll end with my wounded sorrow
For my self was undenied
Trap in a paradigm of lies
Wanders beyond
Can't see with my blinded eyes
For the thief took my innocence
And everything seems faded
I wanna hold the ashes
But traitor wind took it in silence
For my world is superficial
There's nothing real,
Even a single tears is a wounded mask
for my in denial self
For I is vital
And still fatal.
°°°
"Though life test you sometimes but just don't forget the epicenter of yourself -- your worth."
- 𝒩𝒶𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ
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PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
