Poems

You all talk of love and trials
So squeeze out my heart and put it in vials
You all have an artist inside
And it doesn't matter how hard you tried
Optimism Pessimism
Sucking me into my last escaped prism
You love to love
But it's like the sun
Every morning It's new
And every evening it's done
So give me a new month
Give me a new year
Before I suffocate from this atmosphere
Don't throw me a gun
Don't throw me a syringe
And get out of your poetry binge





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