Let's lie on the coldness of the floor
Vinyls flowing trough our ears
Become one with our fears and tears
United trough hearts of forgotten cavaliers
Cursed artists, for their own hearts are crumbled on pages
Staves
Canvas
Lost back in ages
On broken stages
Hearts pierced with roses burned with hope
Crashed dreams numb minds, undercut ropes
All of that is in the vinyls
Bunch of sin, guilt, and hopelessness
YOU ARE READING
Up The Hills
PoetryA collection of random works by me. (more like a collection of thaughts) feel free to comment entered wattys 2017 cause I'm bloody naive :)
