Burness is what I am now
Burnt nest is all that's left
No matter who may come and go
Burning us all what I had to feel but how?
How do I tell myself that you can't burn?
How do I tell myself that you can't yearn?
When all I ever is was to want and want that feeling
How do I tell myself that you can't take that turn?
The turn that might destroy you
The turn that will deploy you
The turn that I can't take even if I want to
But that turn might sweetly annoy you...
Burness is what I am now
Burnt nest is all that's left
No matter who may come and go
Burning is all that I now allow!
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Talks Of Heart
PoetryTo all the readers, this book is a collection full of sentiments that a human would have felt atleastonce in their lifetime. It's a rollercoaster of emotions that will take you to the downhills of life but also reminds you to never forget to look up...
