Stepping on teardrops.
So no one will see.
Don't want them to know, don't want them to feel,
Sorry for me.
All colors washed away.
My tears took them down.
They drip to the ground.
Together with my smile.
Don't feel pain, nor misery.
Why my sunshine won't come back,
Is a mystery, to me.
Make me feel drunk.
No feelings no tears.
I wanna be numb.
Make me lose my mind,
And maybe I'll find
My colors,
My sunshine,
My smile.
...
Well that was depressing, but that's how life is sometimes so I have to include it in the book.
The picture above is mine, it as a special meaning together with the poem. But I want you to have your own theory about it so I'm not gonna tell mine, yet.
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Pencil Twist
PoetryPoetry about lives and living, your life and mine. The good things and the bad, things you remember and things you forgot. things from the past and things from the future. I hope you'll enjoy! Feedback, suggestions and all that stuff are always wel...
