We are already doomed
The flowers in our minds died
Before they dare to start to bloom
I'm just waiting for the kaboom!
The monster under our bed
May whispered something you wouldn't want to say
But you need to be strong
Before it gets you inside your head
Starving yourself the things you need
Hope for some love seeds
Staying all night inside your mind
Will tell you to need of some red
Some will give you a reason
Some will leave you a question
You didn't care when you have the answers
Now suffer for the things you bare and swears
YOU ARE READING
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...
