Original Poetry #4 | Dreads of a Feeble
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Creepy distance haze thy sight
Empty disposition fills such soul
Trembling by fear, nowhere to run
The end is there
Seems hard to reach
Smitten by the jitters
Brightness takes over
Almost nothing but little something
Wakes thy heart from losing
Gasp out of angst
Turns shivers into glee
Lay bare,
Loosen up
Hence not a grip
Now finally untied
Lovelots,
Mai💕
NANung nag poetry pd Ka? Hahahaha
tig poetry mn jd ko gd mura jd kag just now 😝
like dungan kaau ba same day nya same hours ago ta ga make
aw oh kbntay ko nag poetry pd btaw ka but ambot feel jd nko mupost atu na time 😄