I am bits, I am pieces
A pile of messes and drought
My blood is screaming for the hurt
It is dying for it
Picking up all the memories
It hurts, but it is me.
Weaving them into my skin
I'm becoming a restless soul.
DU LIEST GERADE
Poems and thoughts
RomanceI'm sorry a bug double uploads the chapters. Mainly english original poems. Hope you enjoy and please comment and like.
