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I greet the morning sun
And think of all the fun.
Fun things to do for today,
Fun stuffs I can't even say.
But when I started to think of the if's and how's
I realized that there is no fun but louse.
Turned on the music and sang blue and grey,
If I want to be happy shall I make a way?
I smile and laugh,
And everything like acting tough.
But then the melancholic sadness took over me every night,
And close my eyes as I turn off the lights.
Waking up for another morning,
Thinking again of soaring.
Soaring high and reach the clouds,
But variety of thoughts starts to echo loud.
She's tough, she really is,
But in the night she'd bend on her knees.
Crying. She wants to be free from all the pain,
But what's the reason to be happy, when there's nothing to gain?
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YOU ARE READING
HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
