Cold walls
Cold life
Stolen tears
Stolen dreams
Bitter taste
On my mouth
When will it stop
When will we die
I guess we'll find out
Who's to blame
Who's to kill
Till then
Cold walls between us
-the cold walls you raised
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Dead Fowers
Поэзия"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
