" there's no main reason to me writing tonight,
My body wants to be held by your hugs so tight,
I just wanna bring my hands up to my sad eyes to see thing,beautiful sunrise, old stars,
the stunning night sky
A vision of the happy me, having wings.
As much as it feels incredible,
As much as it feels impossible,
I open my eyes once more,
Something here I'm looking for,
I thought my glass is still filled with wine,
Dreamy eyes begs me to follow back in time,
So sad I feel my soul is leaving,
So mad I could read my thoughts, I'm weeping.
Suicide seems so un relieving.
Lord I'm so lost,
show me the ways to peace and pureness,
I forgot where 's the gates.
I'm too broken hearted and I can't lift the weight,
This is me understanding
moving on and fate,
am i whole yet?
baby, its just past,
now you broke the plate of my lovable heart.
saying this is too late.
well, i guess, i'm just a waste.
To my lover's mind's space.
YOU ARE READING
the nowhere of believers.
PoesíaThis 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...
