My dark friend
I'll change the flowers in my past to stones. The butterflies, the red roses, I'll search for you again; you were the light of my life. Just to put you down and destroy you. Nothing is changing, we adapt to our mistakes, and we bring our zombies to a life that doesn't belong to them, we create the same. misunderstandings blaming faith, we are our own madness.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoetryMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
