In the empty room,
she was staying lonely,
hearing the melodies from a sound.
They were the melodies of a damaged heart,
trying to recover from a past
that seemed so beautiful,
but beauty never lasts.
Now she's holding back the tears,
coming out as old photographs ,,
of the dream's place
Now she's screaming loudly
in the miserable cage.
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Travelling Hearts
PoesíaI wanted to write this so I can be free to express my feelings and thoughts to other people. I hope you guys like it ..You can leave comments if you want to , It'd be great if you would.. cause I really wanna know what you think or feel reading them...
