Searching for some understanding,
Everywhere I roam;
One day sat down with a paper pen,
Began to write a poem.
Gathered all the threads of phrases,
Sew them all together;
Using a needle what we call rhymes,
Unique sense forever.
But everybody always opposes me,
Said I ignore them all;
Claims I've distanced myself from 'em,
Quiet like a icy wall.
But I knew how it felt writing a poem,
Opened a new world;
Those piece of words made me happy,
Rhymes were curled.
Poetries makes me open up to myself,
Like a sensory kit;
Only if I cared about people that day,
I would've lost it.
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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈
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