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𝙎𝙝𝙚: 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩?

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 “𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”

. written by me .𔓘

If you loved a wrong person and got hurt, I think you don't have to call it a “lesson to learn” . ‘Cause that feeling was yours, not a lesson among lessons to learn and spend.

If you love, that's because you posses the ability to hold such a feeling. Loving is never wrong, it wasn't your lesson. It was the other person's lesson to learn that you shouldn't make a beautiful flower break.

I'd like for others to feel understood.

I wrote thousands of poem about others, about anyone having a hard time or struggling or just... even being happy.

I didn't have the confidence to post it online

but I decided that I will do, so that's in the past.

Hope that you'll like my page :)🤍❤️

❆ Poem/Photo by me. ❆

Poem/Photo mine.

Poem by me.

𝙎𝙝𝙚: 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩?

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 “𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”

. written by me .𔓘

If you loved a wrong person and got hurt, I think you don't have to call it a “lesson to learn” . ‘Cause that feeling was yours, not a lesson among lessons to learn and spend.

If you love, that's because you posses the ability to hold such a feeling. Loving is never wrong, it wasn't your lesson. It was the other person's lesson to learn that you shouldn't make a beautiful flower break.

Poem : A New Love

On the way back home, the lights

Became one with ruffled letters

No power in me will works

To count destination's miles

Where colors of you jump out of hand

Into panels, I will write a “poem run”

Of our matches that became this road's sun

And we'll be knocking doors for a greater land

Until then, your place is beside me only

Don't be in front of me for seein' my eyes's worlds

You'll see them like how we'll meet with hours

Of knowing someone's face like yours truly 𔘓𓂃⭑

ꫂ ၴႅၴ written by me

Was it wrong of us

To learn to live with pain?

Written by me

Tell me a secret or two

If not you,

Who am I gonna be decried to?. ֶָ֢ ♡

𔓘 written by me 𔓘

I really wonder why people can't go on without hating on things others do enjoy. If someone does enjoy something and it gives them happiness, then it's a “good” thing. I really don't understand fan-wars cause there is really no point in it. I really don't understand why people try to count numbers or moneys just to prove that something is a good work.

(a poem about a love that cannot be started)

I threw up words of affirmation

Just to see them in paper layin'

All because of those exchanged glances

And how he would never take chances

To write a perface for this unstarted story in affection

Our town is faded into nothings color

Stealing everything we can be, you plunder

I'm an artist with a brush bathed in revolution

Wishin' to free you from a lawless land within

A Mayor sayin' you & I live in different towns, forever

And that's how it goes...

☆ Written by me ☆

When all the noise gets a shut down

There stands the ever dazzling moon

And I close my eyes to this ghost town

a beholder along a face holds a rune

She calls my name, my tears gets swoon

“It'll be fine” she whispers

“It'll be fine” echoes gets strewn....

⋆⁺₊⋆ written by me ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Seven words，

Seven stabs and followed hurts，

A fountain filled with blood

That's when I wake up

☆ Written by me ☆

☆ Explanation: the sentence which is written in the picture has seven words. if these kind of words ends up unrequited, they would be seven stabs pointed to your own heart. “waking up” in here can have different meanings and I'll let this one up to you.