Is it really possible,
For me to hope by, (like come by)
This volatile feeling,
Which stays close by,
Mine satisfaction...

What did we now speak,
For all this world hears,
Waht did we now keep,
For the surrounding bears,

With me this wound deep,
Afar within, of this pace,
That ever solemnity ponders,
What we shall seap and lace,

Is it Hope!!!

Goodness, Did I now say it,
To mine self, Oh its time,
To spread mine wings of anger,
For disarray now is one of mine;
Part of living this life,
Ever mismatched by mine,
Parents who understand,
This soul is ever lost...😨

I had risen, so did the sun,
Brightly shining upon this world,
For I have completed a 100 poems,
And wish to publish All of them.

Hey there y'all, 😄
How do you now fare, 🤭
Please envelop me within, 🤗
This affectionate air, ☺️
Which resides here ever, 🫡
And may I be eternally here. 🥹