They say do it with an ease ,I should be not critical of my own self ,But I left the plate on the table with the unfinished food ,I saw the fumes covering me from behind the woods ,Say them to lock the door and take care when they cross the road ,Why do IContinue reading “Black Smoke ( Poetry about anxiety )”
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It begins
Somehow I went back to that placewhere we first met ,hoping to see you there ,The answer I expect you won’tgive is my heartbreaking fear ,Several miles traveled to go away from you ,Several years now I am at place where we used to ,I walked through corridors remembering each flashbacks ,Those rose tinted glassContinue reading “It begins”
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