I wrote about the irony of using what not nowadays to simplify our lives, but time remaining an issue. Thanks @shadowdream for letting me adapt a formatting technique. Poem about manipulation. Dark like normal. Okay thank you for reading! :D I once followed a rainbow Bloody marks on my body.... Drops of sweat dripping down my back. I rise my head and close my eyes.. My legs tremble. My hands lose they strength . My moaning comes to an end as my body easy falls on... "Unable or unwilling?" When I saw those words, I thought of him. Again.
This a short poem written by a young boy in his teenage (18) . This young boy expresses his early teenage feelings through this short poem . Hope you can connect to him as well .
By: Indrajit Salui The jolly old king, sees not a thing. The day you said “I love you” I thought it was real. I gave you the world.