As if the sun had melted,
And the sky's were ablaze.
The endless water shined in its place.
If the stars had fallen,
Like the leafs in autumn,
Would they grant the void their fortune.
To fill and not break,
To a mind,
Not so easy to shake.
To deal with me,
It must be hard,
Trying not to get cut by doubting shard'.
So I hope you put up with me,
Like strings to a building attached.
It doesn't need much until it finally collapsed.
In shining colors shone my heart,
In splinters,
Anxieties card.
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Poets Cry
PoetryGedanken Windungen die sich in Reimen anmaßen etwas schöneres zu sein als der eigentliche menschliche dreck die sie offensichtlich sind.
