I don't know
Uncontrollable feelings within
Bothering spirit day-out, day-in
Dwelling to myself
Pleasure or vices it is?
Can't hold on to
Crying in front him though
I'm like a paralyzed human
Can't hear and see
Glasses should be made
For my poor eyes to see
Hearing aid is also be
For my ears to hear clearly
Undecided and frightened
Soaking my core
Moaning and groaning
Pleasure is roaming
Feeling sorry is next
Then do it again next
A trembling person
Walking back and forth
on thorns he made
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Introvert's Soul
PoetrySometimes, instead of bursting out because of your overwhelming emotion towards people and things around you, it is better to write. Let the paper know all that is keeping your heart beats normally. Before you could realize it, you are slowly getti...
