i give you a chance for you to take your bags and run
pack up all your beautiful pieces before it's too late.
but you stayed back and i wonder how crazy it is when
the future and the past decide to have a conversation.
a part of me can never show you all the drafted bits of me
unedited, unpolished and unideal just the way you like to see.
and maybe you won't write back the story in a positive view
the flower is barely breathing, unlike the one which we grew.
so i tell you everything, unfiltered; for the first time in life,
i am bad at sugarcoating words.
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
