A beautiful Mess
Am like the Titanic,
Moving on, not leaving a trail
of my soul over anybody.
The burdens , the
pain inside my
burning heart are
ironically like the icebergs,
Cold, Dark & unseen!!
My thoughts are like those
poor souls trapped inside,
Like A huge mess.
My heartbeats are slowly &
beautifully giving up,
Like the sinking ship.
My life, what a beautiful Mess!!!!!!
(Inspired by Polish Brother’s For Lover’s only)
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