When will you understand
everything I can't tell you?
When will the elegy for your suffering,
your ignorance, be sang?
When will the sun rise
over the fiction of our story?
Because I can't take it anymore.
I can't stand how you feel.
And I want win to be now.
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Nociception & Nonsensical Metaphors
PoetryPretty writings! Mostly poetry about being in love (but theres other stuff too ^_^) Hope you like!! (2015)
