Most times I never try
To set straight the tie
Push worry and stress aside
Let the songs of joy collide
Nobody should worry about myself
Than me and my protector, the Elf
But if you do, it goes to waste
And I'll destroy this winning taste
Because I am the human demon
Who will drink away the sorrow
Who is too kind to complain
Who is constantly in pain
It's the most human thing you'll ever see
But closest to you, I'll never be
-J.
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The Wildness Of Souls
PoesíaFrom love to pain. Some back and forth. My poems contain my soul, my thoughts. Some more, some less. Some are better, some are a simple creation written down in the spur of the moment. Some are more true, more honest than you'll ever know. And some...
