Let it burn
The cigarettes on your tongue
Let it linger slowly in your lungs
While listening to the song that your mum used to sing
Longing for something we can't feel
Until the day we feel ill
On the medicine that we steal
In the cabinet that isn't sealed
Drinking our sorrows away
All of our visions seems far away
All of our friends are not here to stay
Close your eyes and just lay
Imagine a life
A life that feels safe
All of our tears and scars will fade
In the blue tide, we wave
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THE CLOUDWALKER
Poésie𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
