A crown of guilt in hands,
I didn't put on my head.
A sword of pain for freedom,
I became a stranger.
A rose of blood in the garden,
I couldn't touch love.
A battle of feelings between worlds,
it became a dark day.
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Words Painted 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...
