I can see something in those dead eyes,
cause they still shine so bright...
I think I'm now blinded by the light,
hided in those dead eyes,
shining so bright in the colorful night,
tearing up my head and breaking up my heart...
Now my eyes are dead too,
but still they shine bright.
Now my heart again is racing
And I'm colorful blind.
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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...
