Step back from the window
Lay your head on a pillow
Stop flying through the skies
Instead, just close your eyes
When the memories start to flow
Let yourself feel the sorrow
Remember the good and the bad
As on a tape, dreams show you all we had
It's beautiful, unexplainable, like magic
But you wake up and think it's sad, tragic
Tears start to flood your soul
You wish you could scream, lose control
But you stay calm in your cry
Opening the curtain you whisper goodbye
29.12.2019 г.
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PoetryСтихосбирка, посветена на онези, които се борят със самите себе си.