I remember the times I cried over silly things .
That one time when my brother stole my candies
And I became furious and fought with him
Then again we would laugh at random stuff
A world without logic of our's
We tried to climb trees with scales that felt harsh against the skin of our small fragile hands and feet
Our nights passed as we gazed for hours
Believing the stars could talk to us
Then mother would serve food
Scolding both to come inside
Before getting pimples out of mosquito bites
All is now just funny voices
My pod lands there whenever an escape needed
But I leave not before reliving a million regrets
Yet the play isn't over
My character doesn't end today
Or maybe
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
الشعرGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
