What am I to do
When my brain is filled
With senseless thoughts of you?
I suppose what I will have to do
Is imagine you a fool
One trying to understand life
While looking perplexed yet eased
Quizzical brow and tired stare
Appears as though there is no care
But maybe, just maybe
That is what I loved the most
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
