We breathe sorrow
Every stench of it
And drench ourselves in its solitude
sacrifices enlighten our silence
Our glory bends humanity down in shame
Cowards die a thousand monsoons
Creme nostalgia maroons all our misery,
Our sins, our charisma , our vows.
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NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoesíaNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
