its highly undignified how the most melancholic of words,

could get lost in the trenches of despair,

landing wherever the winds take them,

being the reason of my sorrow,

oh Salanio how could i ever fathom the direction of the arrow,

the world gave me nightmares,

waking up in the deadly nights of cold,

i chose love every passing second,

but the kindest are rare and buried,

i lie to my inner child promising one day we would make it,

yet with every passing day,

i love as if its my last,

god trusts the ones that make it to the end,

being sweet to every child there is,

bitter people are the products of this cursed world,

oh how wonderful my soul feels to never become one.

~ Shreya

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felt like posting some of my poems today, hope u like them, and if u understood my merchant of venice references then i love you,

as always remember that you’re loved <33