A book.
My life is nothing but a book,
One as old as time itself,
Yet less acknowledged.
A book that has never been read.
The worn pages and creased spine,
May say otherwise,
But no one knows the story better, than the one who lived it.
A sad depressing tale is all it tells,
A hundred failures,
A thousand unspoken words,
A million tears.
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Musings Of An Ambivert
PoetryCombination of rubbish poems by a rubbish poet. These are mainly about events that happened to me and things I think people need to acknowledge. Ranging from heartbreak to love to dangerous words to processing feelings to showing scars. Enjoy!
