The time is a killer than the violence
My home is quiter than the silence
My room is darker than the night
My life is faster than the time
The empty chairs and the empty space
The cold air and my cold face
The blank days and my blank gaze
The winter haze and my winter ways
It's hard to sit when you're alone
The house is not it when you don't feel home
It's hard not sweet, the life I own
The house is on heat but also a cold stone
I should have lived in a hologram
Where you are with me
I should have lived in a hologram
Where you are with me
If we live in a hologram
Will there be happy vicinity?
If we live in a hologram
Will this life be lovely?
If that's true
I should have lived in hologram
A long time before with you
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Wicked Me
PoetryThis is the republishing of 1st compilation of my poems which is Wicked Me. Themes about revelling, rebelling, and, falling.
