Thoughts of a child,
Thoughts of the wild,
Haven't been heard for a while.
I forgive and forget,
But then die of regret.
I stand in the noisy crowd,
Gazing upon the cotton clouds.
I scream at the open sea,
Hoping it would answer me.
All I need is one chance to Express,
And maybe even to impress...
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depths of my mind
Poetrya collection of original poems by me A look into my eventual demise through words.
