heart is speaking the fears
and i'm splitting in tears.
i wish i could remember the
nights that we surrendered.
oh, why can't i forget
the smell of flowers that are already dead?
she's beautiful, 18 petals youth
all misunderstood, couldn't wait for growth.
left in the winter's wind that blows
from time to time it tries and shows
that every second it passes through
it's hard to get out of the blue.
my comfort zone once used to be you.
radiating music right from this view
and slowly kissed my scars away
you promised me you'll forever stay.
2023-02-09
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Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
