• carzy_me 9w

    It's 12@m of the night
    N I m roaming without light
    Trying not to make a noise
    Making others recognize
    Forming poem in my mind
    Wondering my brain to be one of its kind
    For poetry it only works
    Day n night just like clerks
    While studying it takes a break
    And at useless times it is wide awake
    What will I ever do of this brain
    Which will repeat itself again & again!
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