be my peace or be on my list
happiness awaits you
if happiness is what you give.
there is still warmth in the cold.
it won't die, long live the restless soul.
stabbing my injuries is not a victory.
sincerity from the heartless won't build history.
come forth, dear king.
i bleed like an ocean
give my all to the unkind
for the cowards to sit on their throne.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
