I love with all my heart;
I feel so deep in my soul;
But I can't show it at all.
I have attempts to pursue;
I put efforts, I make ways;
But I retreat when it's coming.
How could I long something so bad
Yet avoids it at the same time?
How could I fear what I love to happen?
Strange me.
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No Rhymes, Just Rhythms of My Own
Poetrya storage of loud and silent outbursts---of any known human emotions. Mere compilation of previously published individual poems and newly inspired creations.
