A Sheet And A Pen Read Count : 48

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A
Lost in the middle of my own life, 
I don't know what the meaning of my birth was.
I keep trying to find the right way...
 When a storm ends, 
The earthquake finds a way to come.  

I have no weapons, 
Just a sheet and a pen.
  I have no plans,
 Just a few thoughts I can't handle.

The memories between them,
 Make my heart blue, 
To sigh and cry.

  It's sunny but I feel clouds, 
It's love but I feel lies.
 It's summer but it looks like it's dark.
I live but I feel close to death.


  • Jun 24, 2021

  • it's beautiful ma'am...

    Jun 24, 2021

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