Here I bleed another despair
When's the last time again?
Not sure —we shall ask my pen
Desolate... despair... desolate! despair!
—it says; left in pair
Renouncing tears in broken alleys
Years are like a decaying flower;
The drunk writer says;
"Madly I've been into her"
I've been madly in love with her
Again, the drunk writer says;
And now I bleed another despair;
—seems an eternal kind of despair
—ley
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PoetryCompilation of my poems 2 // I think I already found my writing style :) I might feature some of my artworks in this book.
