I thought I had a greater purpose,
But maybe I'm not that great to have a purpose
If I have a gun in my hand
I will shoot it on my head
It will gush unsaid words
And all of the flowers that were already dead
I'm hiding, at the shadows of your death
So no one will read my mind in depth
Everything around me is a debt
Watch the air you take a breath
You made me feel that my words do not matter
You live your life waiting for the world to matter
But the world you lived in
Made you forget all of your sins.
YOU ARE READING
THE CLOUDWALKER
Poesía𝐓𝐇𝐄 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...
