Spiritually, I knew
That hearing him is nothing—
But garbage.
Spiritually, I care
That thinking about him from now on—
Has to be rare.
Spiritually, I keep
That locking lips with him—
Is nothing but filth.
Spiritually, I ask
That for those who still seek—
Shall remain wearing their mask.
Oh please, I pardon you; spiritually!
To not to do it again from another!
Though a question came fluttering within my mind—
Did you even have a spirit?
When me and you collide?
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
