Faded wings
Painted blue
Broken heart
Punctured through
I die to live
You lived to die
Inside your soul
There was a lie
Faded scars
Painted red
I speak the words
But now you're dead
YOU ARE READING
When they don't understand (poems)
Поэзия"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
