The bitterness of my blood
Will show you that love isn't always sweet
It can hurt you in the heart
Bad or good it will bleed
The coldness of your eyes
It can see how many lies
Foreboding butterflies
Promises on my hand flies
Something so precious
Something so vile
Dark chocolates are delicious
Our love in the vial
Time will tell
If this story is going to be well
The world is old
And we are too gold to care
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THE CLOUDWALKER
Poetry𝐓𝐇𝐄 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...
