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a plain blank sheet lays still on my bed
I see it while bleeding thoughts from my head
Industrial markers rolling down from my table
I grab one and start crafting my fable
A miserable anecdote not too old
with a girl, trapped in her thoughts so bold
I scribble on this story of agonising heartbreak
descriptive words tie the devastating story I make
And slowly no white is left on my sheet
darkness has filled it, and it's oh so neat
and just like my mind, it's tearing and clear
but it is a void for another story filled with fear.
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So this sprung out from a thought Domingo that i went down. it's sorta weird hehe but also it really does mean a lot, since it has been a while since i wrote and this is the first thing that sprung out from me so i hope you liked it!
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The echoes of a confused mind #WattpadIndiaAwards
PoetryI am surviving like a boat afloat without a sailor. I am not sinking anytime soon, but I am stuck. The waves of emotions are what inspire me to write poetry in my state of being stuck and this is a collection of my amateur works, so enjoy! This boo...
