I think...
I think I'm too sensitive
And I think,
yes, there is such a thing as being too sensitive.
Even your feelings should be in moderation.
To deny that is a disastrous birth
That eventually leads to the sweetest death.
I think...
I think I am too untrusting
yes, I know, there is such a thing as trust
but that it isn't in my possession
...at least not anymore
Take me down with your foolery
Fool me thrice, shame on me
I've cried so much tears
I barely breathe oxygen
And now
Whenever I think
My pores bleed dead seeds
And my tears are corrosive
Sometimes I remember
That I am too sensitive
And keep myself grounded,
in the middle.
But at times,
just like now,
I forget
Until sweet words tarry,
steal my breath
And I am robbed of birth
by The Sweetest Death.
13.09.22
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
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