The world is killing me, me
and the path that once took me
is no longer there...
no longer there...
Tell me... please
Tell me... please
is there any hope for the pain that I feel?
is there a light that I cannot see?
or is there no way
that I can overcome the agony inside?
tell me, please
I don't want to feel
I don't want to be the one
I don't want the pain nor the agony of loving
I don't want it all
and yet I want it
but I can bring myself to be
so tell me
tell me, please
that there is a way
please tell me.
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The Maze of Curiosities
PoetryPoetry is a writing of passion And a lonely fashion Hated by most But something to toast. This writing would be heaven And a worth given lesson To anyone out there To become bare And be Rare. How may you ask? Leave your mask Forget its existen...
