Little clouds above the city
I don't know if you can see it
Look around, say, can you feel it ?
Little hands above the ceiling.
They're killing, feeling, dealing
With all the stuff we're sinking.
Little clouds above the city
I don't know if you can see it.
I am sitting here, just willing
For those little hands to leave me.
I don't know if you can hear me,
Little hands, please, try to leave me.
YOU ARE READING
Jausmai ant mano kūno
Poetry*1 KNYGA* Mintys, eilėraščiai ir kitos emocinės katastrofos, kurių aš negaliu paaiškinti. POEZIJA: 1 - ,, Jausmai ant mano kūno'' 2016-2017 (LT) 2 - ,,Dema'' 2018 (mostly LT) 3 - ''VV'' 2019 (mostly ENG) 4 - ''confusedloved'' 2020 (mostly ENG) 5...
