Over flooding of artistic words
From my own mind
But sometimes I feel like my mind is not mine
Being consumed by my own thoughts
With my headlines I put them always first
Trying to write it all in one verse
Using my artistic words
As if those words have wept
And they are clear to the end
The verse itself rhythms
It supposed to tell everything
But in my mind still ideas exist
Poetry can’t explain this
And I am not poet
If I am not able to say it
HUNN❤️
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