I will myself to not write sad poems,
But I can only write what I'm feeling.
Sometimes, it is sadness,
Sometimes it is a type of sadness.
Call it what you want,
but I only know it's something which squeezes my heart.
This sadness, urges me to dive into songs with melodies found in the depth of a singer's heart.
This sadness makes me write until my pen runs out of ink, write until my book runs out of lines.
Though, despite what it makes me do, a touch from someone warm can make it fade away. A touch from someone genuine can make me forget the pain.
This sadness is endless, for I've not yet found someone to cure it.
Call it what you want,
I call it loneliness.
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