Paper planes flying above our heads
Big dreams
Sweet feelings
A paradise of cotton candy
All pastel
The blue sky
Never inputted us a limit
Like free spirits
We dared to fly
Sleep in eternity
Forever
But forever wasn't enough
And the blue sky
Darkened
And the cotton dreams, the pink puffy clouds
Stopped being our stage
Hell was
When the dream died
Paper planes made of love letters
They burned
When the sweet words became hurtful
We knew what was coming
When you first raised your hand
And I screamed anger
We knew that we had killed it
Puffy sweets and lollypops didn't fix what we had broken
And this childish love grew
Grew older
Grew colder
The pink pen stopped writing love
It started writing bloody words
As our hands got dirtier in
the darkness that we created
Paradise became hell
Love, violence
And that was the end
Of cotton candy love
They died for themselves
And became
Ice
And
Fire
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Dead Fowers
Poesía"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
