So cold, so hard once
Laughed the girl in the mirror
Someone more exciting
More interesting
Than me in real
Everyone looked at me
And smiled
I felt pleased,
But I didn't tried
Wasn't it strange?
Feeling yourself
And being a rag doll on stage?
I thought,
I never wanted to feel again
Shut my eyes
Why don't you jump? Don't you wanna learn?!
I picked up the blue dress
And put it on while
Thinking that I've always
Liked the picture of the girl in white
I could see the stones
Of the terrace bellow
Beyond the terrace
Was a white wall of fog
Coming in
Through the window
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Withering Dreams
Поэзия"But who's the tangled one in the bubble? " -Not just me, we're all confined by the walls we build ourselves. And those who suddenly find their elves in another world... maybe an unknown world Everybody who they feel something vague And every elf...
