(By Lu_Autumn)
Sitting in an Alley
Busted Lip
Maybe a broken Rib
But I don't care
Cause all I see is the Smoke in the Air
With a Smile on my Face
I look into Space
Looking into the Fire
It just gets me higher
The Smoke starts to burn my Eyes
Even tho my Gaze is as cold as Ice
I let it all burn to the Ground
And enjoy the Peace that I now found
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Poems and Thoughts
PoetryThis book is a collection of my self written poems and some of my thoughts. For me writing is healing cause it helps me get stuff outta head.
