Behind you, there's a ghost
With a gun that's already proposed
The flowers and champagnes are already tossed
Stand straight, smile, and pose
The fake flowers
Are for my fake lover
The dried clovers
Are for my dead lover
Hope is something you wouldn't get
From the velvet box that you already bet
I have the ring in my hand
When I go to the beach, I will bury it into the sand.
YOU ARE READING
THE CLOUDWALKER
Poésie𝐓𝐇𝐄 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...
