Closed in my tiny room
grey and sharp
my imagination becomes
the universe
Like melting snow
wash myself from the rest of the world
You think you belong to this world,
to the dust and the matters
I think we were deference
I'm not like an ordinary world
I live in another dimension
without time and space
with my madness
dress up my soul
My loneliness
will find her outsider
Within you.
The Moon and Her 1.0
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The Moon and Her 1.0
PoetryMy first poetry collection, written with all of my heart for the bravest soul out there.. Broken isn't bad, broken is a poetry.. Note : credit for all amazing pictures @broken_isnt_bad @henn_kim I wrote poem for those pictures..
