Beauty
He never saw
how beautiful he was
Cause he kept looking
at the woman of his dreams,
Blinded by her beauty.
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ESTÀS LLEGINT
Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoesiaIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
