Trapped in the same mistakes
forever it's a scar of hopes
to be deeply romantically afraid
I've never learned to handle the past
Drowned in the same silly dream
never it's my answer to the stars
to get high and higher down
I've always escaped from love's future
Locked up in the same room
maybe it's time to give a chance
to act like masquerades so frail
I'm still thinking about you right now
YOU ARE READING
Red wine, black ink.
PoetryI write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
