I lost my feelings, I lost them all. There's not a single sound in my empty soul. Have I found my inner peace, or is this the quiet before a storm? My hectic self in calmness is something far out of the norm.
There's a slight glitch in things I see. I seem to have lost my twisting key. There's no butter on my toast and no milk in my tea. I seem to have lost sense of time and sexuality.
There's a lost me,
There's a lost you.
And in our lost society
We lose our problems too.
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Turquoise Emotions
PoetryI am trying to cope with my chaotic, hectic self. These are my late-night thoughts.
