You said I was different,
You said I was everything in your eyes,
You said I was your firework,
Cause the trodden souls like mine exist in everything.
Cause all the bandages have put people like us alive,
I exist in every singer,
One who is broken,
One who is on her own,
One who knows the death,
One who knows the creepers,
One who knows the apocalypse,
One who knows the tragedy.
I exist in every writer,
One who writes death,
One who writes hope,
The one who writes tragedy,
The one who wrote beauty,
The one who writes the reality.
I exist in every actor
Who shows tears when happy,
And the laughter when sad,
Company when fulfilled,
Lonely when isolated.
I exist in every artist
Who draws the stars,
Scars, bodies,
List and sensation.
I exist in every businessman
Who writes the money,
Success, and fame.
I exist in every countryside man,
Who loves little things,
Who only knows the love.
I exist in those city lights
Who knows the crowds,
Cause I'm a tragified beauty.
You said I was different,
You said I was everything in your eyes,
You said I was your firework,
Cause the trodden souls like mine exist in everything.
Cause all the bandages have put people like us alive.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Поэзия"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
