My head is a mess
And so is my dress
It is grey
My head is a colour
Combined with each other
Many days
I love the world stained
When I always complained
I do what I am
I like my life
I hate what the knife
Is doing with my skin
My necklace is my sign
With it I feel fine
And not without
But the time runs away
And I want it to stay
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Poetry {english~german}
Poetry✖art Never comes From Happiness ✖ Wenn ich schreibe, kann ich vergessen. Late night thoughts, könnte man sagen. Wenn es nichts mehr gibt, was mich hält, habe ich das hier. Und es hilft. © dirtandroses All rights reserved ---------- Cover by Carmen...
