Loneliness burns in the towers of fire around her
She is an enigma, black and white
Her eyes like hurricane
Are calm and passionate
She is a wild soul not to be tamed
Her scars spoke of lores and stories
No human could explain
There is no equation or formula to become human
But the moment i see her
I realise she is a lost enigma
Wanting to be found by love and euphoria
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Songs in Desolation
Poetry" If chaos is a work of art then my heart is a masterpiece" In times of great loneliness i write and draw at times of misery they turn into rythmic syllables and songs I can never understand. This is me, who i really am. Some write ups and poems fr...
