Smoking flowers, sipping birds
I picture us inside of this cage
Maybe it was me, dreaming onto a place
Where I can have you all to myself
Stand cross the bridge, I keep waiting around
Where I can't knock on your door
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Maybe it was me, can't get out of your den
It's always getting late but I keep believe if I wait a little longer
Maybe you'll see that she is not for you,
she's just some throwing body to your home
Maybe someday you'll see, I know this is crazy
I'm a fool for you, if you knew...
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PoetryIn the beginning, I obey the heavy rain blindly. Now you're the hero of my book, the villain in the chapters, and the pain causing me art. This kind of art I am making is my favorite phase 'cause I feel everything all at once and it's all because of...
