Feeling yellow and grey,
Missing you with a smile on my face, as truth flashes,
Why didn't you tell me the truth before?
Old faded memory is tearing me with guilt now,
Where are you?
Are you still alive?
I guess you live with no soul, as death is already your brother.
Yet I am still writing about you with ink selling my soul, to see you alive,
And you are.
You are living in my world, not as a villain.
But as my prince on the white horse.
Halsey
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Sail
PoetryFor the souls who are in search of life in writings and drown themselves in darkness. Just some of my random writings, in no particular genre or order... I do not authorise this book to be published anywhere but Wattpad. If this book is published o...
