This poetry collection is a path, a way from breaking, through healing, and finding light again, just to be lost in this fog again.
On the way here I learnt a lot, and even though I have multiple scars now, I wouldn't change where I came from, and...
Oh, what I'm doing, I'm committing crime I look for you, lost in your pride I'll stop, I promised so many times But you can make me cross the line
Deserved lonely nights in a cell But it's worth it when I feel your scent On my tongue your taste rests Out of here life's still a living hell
I'm committing this beautiful crime every day Without remorse, I'll never get away It's my strong heart that can't let you go But it's tight grip is not enough to hold the pieces of my soul
2021.09.09.
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