Outside,
Planes like comets,
end day, D day, to die again.
Outside,
good pills for you,
people drugged from life.
Understatements and beliefs.
Gum and teeth.
Chewed up and thrown away,
the hell ground is the only way,
dying will.
They step on you over and over again,
they move on with their lovely day.
When stuck fading on the ground,
what else is there to give,
the falling is never stoping.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
My poems, my emotions, ME
PoesiaPoems i wrote when I was feeling sad or down, some inspired by my idols.
