I'm tired
of the flowers
I'm tired
of the saturated sunshine
I'm tired
of the smiles
I want
the tears
I want
the honestly
I want
to finally see
the pain
I'm stuck
in this rusty birdcage
swinging endlessly
to these broken-record lullabies
and
I
can't
stand
it
anymore
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
