I look out of my window
how beautiful it would be
to look out of his
I wonder what do I miss
The skyline
wrongful thinking
of what we could be
Big city life
the freedom
endless possibilities
while actually not having
any of these
In a Country
your nothing
without money
kind of funny
to call this freedom
not save to walk
on the street alone
at night
alright
What do I miss
The rush
The crush
The pain
Knowing it'd be
all vain
I drew the line
to live a life of mine
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PoetryDes poèmes en anglais et français Hey you might be agonized and astonished when you read the statement ''you took a part of me" cause how can someone ever take something from us. We are not a fragile, clustered piece of broken fragments build of emo...
