The man lost in the glass, is oh so glad that, he has found what he's always been missing.
A sown shut smile, upside down, has caused him to sing such melancholy melodies.
He walked so many miles, for a painted smile, at his own desire to replace what's missing.
Now the artisan sleeps, and along his dreams he weeps of his last long desire.
A love to share with, a burden to bear with.
A song to hear with.
A song to sing with.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
