Sort me out!

Toshita
Poets Unlimited
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1 min readAug 1, 2018

Come, let’s sort out some things
Maybe the tangled hair
Or the messed up room
Or the chaotic soul of mine
Lie down today on the grass with me
And listen to all the pain that I endure
And to all the problems that I face
Come, hold my hand
And let me feel every moment of yours
Every time that you inhale
Let me feel your breath
Let me feel alive when I am beside you
And when all that is done
Close my eyes and fade away into the oblivion
Coz, isn’t that what everyone does?

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Toshita
Poets Unlimited

"You think, I do not belong because you have not seen me in the mud. But, how can you see me when i am dirty, if i shower every night?"