Who I'm.

#arbitrary

#SammyScribble

Consistently Sonnets, [06/11/2022 18:18]

The heaviness of my viewpoints has hauled my mind excessively near my heart,

I never again know where the sounds are coming from.

~Unconventional~

Consistently Sonnets, [06/11/2022 20:25]

I've seen a great deal of things,

Of excellence and it's shadows,

Of caverns and cleft,

Of stars and planets,

All things considered,

At the point when I search in your eyes,

All I see is an empty vessel.

Consistently Sonnets, [06/11/2022 22:32]

Nowadays,

I can at last concede I'm weighty.

Also, it is either on the grounds that I at last sorted out some way to paint myself,

Or on the other hand this is on the grounds that I've at long last figured out how to acknowledge the dark I forever was.

Consistently Sonnets, [07/11/2022 00:40]

Customarily I wonder about this specific criticism message that resembles, "Assuming you wish to leave, drop your input about your accomplice. It will assist us with tracking down a superior accomplice later on."

Will it work?

Consistently Sonnets, [07/11/2022 09:23]

What is it about affection, being a mystery and heaven simultaneously?

#love

Consistently Sonnets, [07/11/2022 11:30]

On the off chance that life was only one huge book,

How decent would it have been,

In the event that things deteriorated,

We might have shut the book without any problem,

On the off chance that stuff got enthusiastic and cheerful,

We might have gone pages to survive it more than once,

Time would be frozen and quite possibly,

Perhaps I will not need to stress,

About things not working out the manner in which I maintain that they should be.

Consistently Sonnets, [07/11/2022 15:01]

"Great days will come," they said.

"Great days" came, they didn't remain.

#arbitrary

#SammyScribble

Consistently Sonnets, [07/11/2022 17:48]

Lost Words

I awaken, and I see my loved ones.

I open my mouth yet I can't talk.

I'm frightened,

I'm fretful, yet I can't move,

furthermore, my little girl tells me,

that I'm excessively wiped out and I can't talk.

There's a cylinder in my mouth,

furthermore, wires in my arms,

I realize I don't have a lot of time left yet,

theres such a lot of I want to say.

I want to let my girl know that,

I'm so exceptionally glad for her continuously buckling down,

also, my child that he's not in outright dismissal,

I love him without a doubt,

what's more, my granddaughter,

I really want to tell her to

pay attention to her mother and show restraint toward her,

for we never understand what she's going through,

also, I really want to tell my grandson to

Try not to allow desire to turn into a memory.

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