It's alright to feel lonesome
To roll in the grass
To never be quite sure which yard you're in
It's alright that you don't know
That you might never know
That you'll spend your life roaming the coral seas
It's alright to play your records
Until the grooves are worn
And never get tired of the same sounds
&
It's alright that you don't love me
That you don't adore me like I adore you
That you don't know me, never will
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melancholia: a collection of poetry
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry all written by myself The individual poems will be marked as parts with their names. These poems are completely my own. They are the essence of my soul. It's like when you are younger and you just painted something out...
