The lives of those who love,
Same crying,
The silver true lung.
The chest still heavy,
Distant mountain,
What is scream? Or fear?
Your pollution of my thoughts,
Still loved,
Drowning in my own sorrows.
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Building All Emotions
PoetryWhen every emotion can be built and in my thought maybe not as beautiful as the tear of a flower. Poems that talk about love, hurt and all forms of a feeling that still it's empty or emotions covered in a black ocean, deep and ephemeral.
