Is the ocean crimson in your eyes?
Don't you see how fast time flies?
I took one step and heard my cries.
Yet I never said a word and vented.
Diffusing in a less sentimental argument,
but in the end, it resided in resentment.
I think I need a further self-assessment.
I'll return this emotions I've rented.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
