Think of this blog as a diary gone public; a mix of spilt ink, overthinking, and poetic chaos. I write what hearts whisper at 2 a.m., then pretend it’s art. Welcome to madness.
It was normal before you
It felt good during you
Though not a thought came to my mind that there would be an after you
It's here now and it's killing me
I only hope we go back to the pages with you present
I only hope these last pages are plucked...
© amimoh
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