"Blood is red
And the sky is blue
Listen to me when I say,
I'm sorry if I end up hurting you
My shoes are black
And the stars start to shine
So I take a deep breath
And think about what would happen if I could call you mine
But In reality
When the wind starts to sing
And the grass starts crying
It's all because
All of us are dying."
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
