I sat today writing this. I don't really know why I have been penning lot of poems. But it feels nice to sit down write something that comes out of your head. I feels its totally comfortable to write than speaking. Anyway, give this a read ;)
It's the night sky Hiding all the lies Scattered with a lot of stars I see things inside waging war To see the bright Sun is all that I want Averting those lies is something I can't Wondered by its vastness I still cling to madness Its inside my head running circles with sometimes answers, sprinkled Trying not to mess up I looked at my tea cup Not so many on my list now but how? I was on the west side But now trying once again to look at my best side
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