To be proud or to be doubtful
The lines all blur together
Am I envious or am I wishful?
Don't answer too quickly
I want it all yet have earned nothing
Two thoughts with one stone
So tired for an overachiever
Good thieves just keep dreaming
Simply starving to be too much
Unlike birds of a single feather
Furious with the calm oblivion
Eager to dance with danger
Inner longings of a saint and sinner
Both love and fear the seven deadly
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Rorschach
PoetryA collection of poems. Written to express my emotions in a much prettier way than they actually are.
