Your dream is where your heart is
It’s something more fragile than life itself
No matter how many times you throw it away, you still find it
So rest in peace now
Your wish is violated by your pulsing urge
and as much as you forget about it, you recall it again
In this beautiful and cruel world
We only ask “why” we’re still alive…
Ah, what are we going to protect
with our strength and weakness? If reason
no longer exists
That sky looks sad
Ashes and mirages rise up
You freeze in warm words
So rest in secret now
Your grief is hidden by fantasies sticking to you
and as much as it tears apart, it joins back together again
In this beautiful and cruel world
We only beg for death to “wait”…
Ah, we’re flightless weathercocks
We don’t know if the truth
is more beautiful than lies or not
If we are songs
Then we’ll raise the flags to that wind
and just send hope to someone
without hesitation, if only…
In this beautiful and cruel world
We only ask “why” we’re still alive…
Ah, what are we going to protect
with our strength and weakness? If reason
no longer exists
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The life of a girl who didn't matter
PoetryThis is mainly depressing stuff I write about |Not about myself| Uhmmm..... feel free to vote or comment or whatever I just hope it's nothing negitive because this comes from heart!!
