beautiful rhythms from ugly strings.
bitter words written on the sweetest things.
the cost of peace could be everything, but in that same claim; not a thing.
in the same vain, the war sings,
mental walls burn instantly.
could you rebuild every-time it's crumbling,
or stand alone, tears at feet?
self forgiveness ain't a easy feat.
believe it when it's told to me,
but taboo it when it's my turn to see.
the cost of peace could be everything, but in that same claim; not a thing.
ugly rhythms from beautiful strings.
sweet words on bitter things.
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Poesíathis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
