Where have you been
when I cried the oceans
asking for mercy
begging on my knees
I would have told you, my dear
about the volcanoes I meet in my sleep
and the tsunamis I embrace in my daydream
The sorrow I still feel
and the blood that stopped running in my veins
How could I have told you
When you're delicate like an autumn leaf
When you cry me oceans
asking them for mercy
while you're begging on your knees
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PoetryI sometimes feel too much and other times feel nothing at all. I'm either full of volcanoes or numbness, there's nothing in between.
