It engulfs me like a wave
But it's light like a feather
Darkness like a cave
But it's the texture of leather
It isn't from my heart
Nor from my brain
Nor from any part
Unless I have gone insane
Instead it shows up nice
Like it will never turn
It shines, I'm enticed
While it makes my stomach churn
And it shows itself to be
Warm and beautiful
It gestures towards its beauty
Then claims it's still dull
So I pull myself forwards
Into the impossibility
As I walk towards
Reality
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Secrets behind poems
الشعرi wrote most of these when i when around 13/14, but i've decided to continue this collection. i hope y'all enjoy :)
