I can notice how could a summer
to surround me with a cold air...
Feeling how
I won't scream for love,
to be rescue by hopes,
to be here for words...
Because it will never be
a summer for me...
I will see flowers growing on a corpse,
I will be aware of the echo of death,
that it left a farewell,
that I am not here,
that it's blue inside me..
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Words in Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
