I prefer silence than small talks
I prefer more room than to feel suffocated
I prefer light touches than aggressiveness
I prefer sulking in the dark than be left out in the light
I prefer the piercing eyes talking than the mouth filled with lies
I prefer solitude than wasting my peace for nuisance
I prefer my own company than to be with pretentious ones
-k.l.p
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Thoughts of a Mad Person
PoetryCollection of poems by an old lost soul. Let's keep these thoughts between you and I. Throw the judgements through the window. And embrace each other's vulnerability. It's my void of fantasy to escape the harsh reality.
