I wish you knew the fame
With which you hold in my eye
Why must god torture this weary soul
With the taunting of filling this hole
You never know who it will be
Who will hold the key
But once you see
Then your little heart
Will take the main-actor part
Standing center stage
If your mind's page
As it screams with passion
With no uniform fashion
It dances around the crowded room
Out from its tomb
Let it be free
Let yourself see
From what I feel now
Quivering brow
Let your heart dance
Passionate rants
Let it have the stage
But god forbid
Never make that heart
Take a navigation part
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Untold Verses (Poetry and Art Book)
PoetryDear reader, These are my poems written on sleepless nights and gloomy days. From love to loss, to stories of random moments in my day. This is my story, I hope you enjoy
