This is a poem about living an illusion. Sometimes there hides an ugly truth behind a beautiful illusion. It’s hard to admit that ‘I am not okay’ (I need help).
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Tag: love poem
The Last Page
I saw his soul through his eyes as if he were an open book,
He let me see every fissure and explore every nook,
After a few blank pages, a story commenced…
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Pitter-Patter of the Rain
I like to lose myself in the pitter-patter of the rain, Thoughtlessly doodling in the mist on the windowpane, Unbothered by the dark clouds, puddles,…
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