#WritcoPoemPrompt118
I can't express the refreshing sweetness
of seeing my face, who never smiles
Endless highways of misdirected means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes
I was born to be wild, wild in imagination like those who carve sorrow in silence
I'm broken, but I'm beautiful
And I hope you love my broken heart that I delineate here

I still have proof in forms of scars
But you won't be able to feel what I wrote
These are my hieroglyphs, so it's not obligatory for you to understand them
My scars are camouflaged in stanzas with inexplicable parables
I term my poetry...