You're so cold now, a desaturated
crystal blue. You're a blurred,
melancholic shadow, who seeps
into the vibrant crowds in the
hope you'd get trampled on and
become buried so deep beneath
the surface, that you'd never be
reminded again of what it was
like to be just as alive and happy...
What it was like to be
filled with dancing colours.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
