What a shame !
I paint the blue sky
Under the clouds
I hided my stone heart
So that it could hurt none
It's so beautifully wrapped
Every time it fades I take a bow to start a new beginning
Everytimes I am crying
They urge me to say
But when I say it becomes a manipulative language that they hate
They call me an actress of a haunted dream
Man how could I live even
Without this dream!
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cold heart
Poetrya short poem about a heart that is too much tired living in a silver spoon society
