I've been driving,
meeting a closer horizon,
the sky was beautiful,
the stars are more than thousand,
I go starring while I'm frozen,
trying not to look all awful.
I need to feel an angel's kiss,
I want a palm on my face,
telling me this won't go to waste,
telling me " hold on for the date ",
telling me to take a breath and wait,
telling me " future will let you know your state."
cut you open, wont feel the weight.
on the surface you clearly seem numb,
you left your soul lost outta your body, actually, you are nuts.
discovering your mental health, hollow feelings I've got.
I'm on my knees,
I thought my legs would respond,
to the game of finding your way to your heart type of keys.
you needed us,
it was our torture.
your mirror showed how free you are,
not how far you can see,
because behind you it's all me you who would give you all this freedom.
It's a mirror telling future stories,
the story of my future becoming miserable, cruel and greed,
scary, and all everything's blurry.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
ПоэзияThis 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...
