The Politician's mistress,
Or home breaker whore?
Philosopher's infatuation or poet's bride?
Mathematician's love slave,
Or electrician's strings?
The whore who ran away,
And get infatuated towards mole monster?
A businessman's girl friend,
Or rich brat's talk of town?
A hopeless teenager,
Or the girl who lived in day dreams of happy endings?
The character full of scars created by characterless mess,
Now she's questioning herself,
So infatuated by mascular wolf,
Who's panicking in front of her,
Laughing is breathe out, noticing her pondering eyes,
Oh what she is? What would she tell her lover?
That she's painted in mad people's dorm with crimson colour,
Oh! The lovers so infatuated,
The media man, the business man,
Finding their way out to her,
She's not anyone's,
Yet she is everyone's.
She's not a whore,
She's just a trodden mess.
CZYTASZ
The Mad People's Dorm
Poezja"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
