I'm trying to survive
in the world of your love,
rivers full of poison,
will drown me.
the world of your love,
my only dreamy & delusional
thoughts of you and me.
I lay on grass and look at the clouds like it's the mirror of your face
looking back at me.
wishing you existed
to know what's my heart's
pure intentions.
I'm the one to wrap you up
whenever u felt shitty before u sleep.
the way the mother
loves it's new baby born..
but you keep on crying and crying
from the pain.
refusing me. Refusing your medicines.
your feelings grow darker
and my soul aches more.
you never thought of me
somehow different,
and that's how you killed me.
I'm sure of one thing,
the thing inside you,
is the cause of all of this.
and I'm waiting for you
on my bare foot,
to comfort you and make you relax,
like I'm holding a cup of water
by my hand.
and no matter how much,
I go overthinking,
I'll never know what's the end of us.
I adore every feeling of you
like you're my favorite place.
you adore me like
a kid playing with dolls,
you put their heads into your mouth and then you break their legs.
Ended up in the garbage.
but I'll need give up
if you changed yourself,
I get hope from the world you inspired me to create for myself.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
