I almost crumble
Once I have a bowl of
inexplicable mix of sentiment.
I feel it in pain
Around elderly working people
In the thought of heartbreaks
Inside my repulsive self.
Within my regrets and
Griefs I feel it almost
Sickening when it blend
in happiness and contentment.
A bowl of sentiment
It was crumbling me, eating me
It left me hanging in perplexity.
What is it?
These...unspoken feelings
It nearly breaks my soul
What is it?
These...confusion and definition
The tang in this bowl?
10 april 2015, 11:06
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ПоэзияMy poem collections randomly about love, life, my thoughts and well... random stuff that come across my mind. Other reason...so that I can play my phone when I am uncomfortable around people so I looked too occupied to talk to them. muahahaha!!! I...
