My foreign body can no longer
swallow these foreign oceans,
walk on these foreign shores
and pretend that they are mine;I need to make a niché
out of this place unknown
if I want to keep breathing,
but I'm plagued by these
hometown blues,
too much to know
this continent's colours
aren't my hues.- Crimsyy♡
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Ramblings Of A Storm
PoetryI am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1