WillLight and airy
Dark and cold
Pain in my chest, turn out so weary
Cry my heart out or I shouldAm so done with breaks
All I did was to regret
A hole she makes
Is it too late?Once its sunny
suddenly a night so gloomy
Wondering where did it go wrong
Or is it something I long?On the bed wide awake
Crisis on my head
can't lie, can't shake
its a blood so redScar on wrist
am I taking a risk?
dead and tired
my brain got so wiredsilver liquid is falling
hot, hot, hot
Wet palm is shaking
wrath, wrath, wrathIs it enough to just lay
thinking of ways
sunshine array
summers of maywill i ever stop?
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Fallen Symphonies [POETRY] ✓
Poetry"Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds." "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost "Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty b...